If she prefers not to go out when her kids are home, or doesn’t like to hire a babysitter on school nights, she’ll tell you. If you’re out and she is paying for a sitter it is really nice if you get the check. Which you may be – but if you ask too fast, she will know.
I’m tired of guys treating me like I should be grateful if they even stick around for five minutes. Do I need to be a nun in order to find someone who can actually see a relationship with me?
Even if I really take my time getting to know someone before we become intimate… Don’t hear from him for days, I assume it’s over…then a text with, “hey are you home tonight? Is it unreasonable that I am hoping someone could take me seriously or see my worth?
But if a single mom invites you over for dinner — whether a romantic evening for two, or with her kids — she had to clean up a whole lot of Legos and finger paint and string cheese wrappers, and wrangles in an extra trip to the market and wine store to make it happen.
It may appear effortless, but effortless actually takes more effort. Is his place near here [looking over both shoulders]?
There’s no way that I – or most men who don’t have their shit together – would willingly enter into a relationship with a woman who has so many other responsibilities, the way all moms do.
At risk of making myself look bad, I once dated a single mom of a two-year-old.
Well, let me clarify: I have no shortage of “dates”. I have an outgoing personality and seem to be asked out a lot…
I guess I must be in reasonable shape because NOBODY can guess I’ve even had four kids, or that I’m even 34 (I get asked out by guys in their early 20s- I feel like I should read them a story and tuck them into bed… we usually go on a few dates, everything is going wonderful… I’m not talking about church bells, but just to an actual relationship. I am sick of being treated like a piece of ass, and treated like I must be desperate because I have kids.
As a screenwriter, I don’t know if you live in LA or not, but this is a town where people don’t grow up for a really long time.
I got married at 35 and had kids at 37 and 39 and I was ahead of most of my friends.
I go out with single dads and childless men alike, and some of the latter admit (while others appear) to be uncertain about the logistics of dating single moms. Of course you want to know when she is free, if she has the kids all the time and whether the dad is involved. Commit this list to memory and never ever utter a single one of them.