Lighter Side

Thought I would share a dispatch from the lighter side of post-marital CF living.  After endless rains and an even longer recovery from a torn leg muscle; the skies are lightening and my exercise routine is returning to normal. Both together make me want to don short denim skirts with my beloved red cowboy boots- which I happily did yesterday.

The evening breezes were warm and the lights around the lake glittered like a necklace of stars... We (and I don't yet have monikers for the cast of characters) sat on the pier at the trendy-not-named spot of the moment- and let the sounds of lapping waters, glistening lights, and 9pm happy hour vodka martinis work their magic.  One martini is my new magic number and the cool salty vodka and tangy ceviche worked alchemy in my mouth. We spoke of this and that- comfortable in the attraction now six months old and through mutual agreement to abandon endless conversations of "where we are going" for moments of shared enjoyment of mutual interests and passions.

Winding conversations of weekend trips to take, art to make, shows to see, workouts to share, and recently read books.  There is a certain ease in spending time with another who shares the combined interests of art, reading, fitness and travel. From the early morning swim we shared (blissful saline pool under the rising sun) and a weekend gym workout to hours in the studio- time is easily navigated through the non-negotiation of 'what' we do together. We stumble when we try to figure out the "where is it going".  My latest approach is to be here, now!  Our nows are good.

My rules are still in place.  Eighteen months of non-monogamy. This in no way means I am bedding more than one man, but it means certain futures are off the table and on hold. Its the first time in my dating life where I have been in the moment as opposed to projecting out to the what and will be or seeking the happily ever after.

And Another Thing...

I am roughly 1,000 years old.  Old enough to be pegged as a cougar except for the fact I really don't care for younger men.  Not that I haven't dated a few on my journey of the newly single... tedious!  But that is another story.

My current dating situation is complicated.  Don't you love it when people say that and then don't dish? That said I am actively working on less rather than more drama. I may need a little luck with that.  I am on a self assigned 18-months of attempting unencumbered dating... that means no singular commitments... so far this approach has led to some real adventures and time with some significant characters of the male species.  I can honestly say, while I won't regret this period of time- I am looking forward being out of the "just divorced" phase of life.

Irony

So, I am queen of the "blue-ballers".

That's right, I am the least likely MILF to actually bed any of the men I date.

Just thought this little fact might shed some light on my situation.

How Did I Get Here?

So, just to be clear- I didn't assign myself the moniker MILF.  It was 'gifted' to me by the first few men I dated when I found myself rather unexpectedly single and dating. With two kids under the age of three, a butt by crossfit, and no clue WTF I was in for.

As one of my recently divorced friends pointed out- the last time I dated it was a different millennium. So welcome to my tales of being an accidental MILF... I am a few men into the dating process and not quite divorced....

Grab a cocktail, or better yet a Paleo friendly glass of red wine, and enjoy the ride!