Dating divorced fortysomething
I am 44 years old and entering the dating scene again for the first time in 25 years. I am not doing the online singles sites…that is just scary to me. I am new in town, with a few happily married friends. So much of my time was taken up with caring for someone else that now I just don’t know how to fill that time. Thanks for highlighting an important principle for women over 40 seeking love: You will not find it unless you do something differently. It’s called Match.com, it’s open 24 hours a day, and it costs a lot less than getting on a plane and hoping to sit next to a 45-year-old eligible bachelor.
I have four grown who are trying to set me up (I love them, but what a nightmare!! I highly suggest you get over your fear of online dating, not because it’s perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but because it’s ubiquitous and effective in creating opportunity.
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Email us at [email protected] tweet @Huff Post Divorce Below, journalist and Huff Post Divorce blogger Vicki Larson shares how divorcing in her 40s compared to divorcing in her twenties. Probably not in her 20s; isn't that when women start marrying?
”Here, I spared you the trouble of Googling it: The 14 Best Places to Meet Eligible Men Without giving anything away, Loriann, here are the actual places that have been recommended by a site called All Womens Talk: the bar, the market, online, church, the water cooler, newspapers, college, friends, the gym, restaurants, work, vacation, parks, airplanes. Apparently, it means standing around a lot, hoping that a cute, age appropriate, interested single guy happens upon you at the bar, the market, college, the gym, restaurants, parks, and airplanes.
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and an inbox crammed with would-be suitors They call it “the dating game” and that couldn't be more apt.
Having re-joined the scene myself in the last decade, I've discovered that it really is just like a game — a crazy mixed-up, messed-up game — combining assorted aspects of Lotto Jackpot, Charades, Musical Chairs, Pass the Parcel, Poker, Twister and Solitaire, all rolled into one but without any common rules.
And while we were extremely supportive of each other during the process, we were acutely aware that we were now somewhat competitors in the dating market. At the same time, my dearest friend moved with her family back East and everyone I wanted to hold close had other ideas.
I feared my 40s were going to be the decade of loss. I wanted to know what dysfunction I had brought to the marital table, so I went on a weeklong intensive to understand my family-of origin issues.