I’m 56 years old, divorced for three years and have been on first dates with 34 different men. These meetings came primarily from online sites including Bumble, Hinge and Match.
If you had asked me a decade ago if I’d ever be divorced, I would have smirked and thought: “I’ll never be part of that club!” Well, fast forward to August 2020, and there I was, plunk, a new member of a club I never believed I’d join.
For quite some time, I clung to the hope of salvaging my 26-year marriage and sustaining a lifelong partnership. With two young adult sons setting out on their own journeys, the idea of our family breaking apart was heart-wrenching. Divorce felt like stepping into a storm that engulfed me, leaving me battered and bruised.
Fortunately, storms do eventually pass and, as the downpours stopped and the winds calmed, standing on my own presented me with an opportunity for healing and self-discovery (thanks to the help of a great therapist). Eventually, I regained my desire to go on a quest for love — albeit with some trepidations.
Ugh! Did that mean I needed to start regularly shaving my legs? And was I going to eventually have to get naked in front of someone new? Yikes! My body looked completely different now than when I met my husband at 24.
And so with newfound strength and cautious optimism, I ventured into the world of dating apps — always sharing my location with my sister, just in case I needed a swift exit.
Swiping through profiles became a daily ritual along with my morning coffee. The process was both enlightening and exasperating. Conversations would spark and fizzle out, and sometimes those I thought could be prospects would vanish into the digital abyss.