When I was a teenager, dating had its odd moments. If you liked a boy, you’d smile, twirl your hair, and get a friend to ask him out for you. Of course he said “no, she’s a crazy stalker.” So you’d wipe your tears and move on to your next victim. The vicious circle continued …
Over 40, Single, and Dating
When I was younger, I thought life went like this: meet a guy, date, get married, have a family, and live happily ever after. That’s how things went for my own parents, and for lots of my friends’ parents, too. So when I suffered my first broken heart, I was surprised that things like that …