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One Piece of Advice I’d Give to the Younger Version of Myself
And others in their twenties, too
Last year, I reactivated my Tinder account to give the swipe meta of dating another try. A few weeks into my venture, I landed upon a gorgeous-looking woman who said she was a cat mom and human mom to two boys aged 11 and 7.
I didn’t have much (edit: any) experience dating moms, and my resumé with children was lacking as well.
At any rate, I said, “Hm, why not” and proceeded not just to swipe right, but to super like her.
Some time passed and she ended up liking me back. We started talking about coffee, boomers, and a few other things I can’t really remember. The conversation flowed almost effortlessly, so at one point I told her she was cool, gave her my number, and said to text me if she wanted.
She did. And we carried the convo into texting just the same. With things presumably going well, we decided to go on a date, which is when I learned she lived over an hour away. She seemed pretty awesome, so I offered to drive out to her and picked a Mexican restaurant in her vicinity. The date was set for Saturday night.
On the day of, I ended up doing a lot of work in the morning, and when the time came to start getting ready for that night, doubt flooded my…
