The Icky Homeboy and Other Dudes
My Dating Recap for 2022: Part 2
After carefully honing my dating rulebook for nearly a decade post-separation/divorce, I approached 2022 differently. I’m not sure I was intentionally tossing out every rule and boundary.
It’s probably more accurate to say I was revisiting the rulebook due to the timing of several events: turning 50, getting dumped by the perfect guy, and my teen son’s pending high school graduation. My life will look different very soon.
There were certainly a few rules that stayed intact this year. I have no interest in threesomes. I’m not looking to be anyone’s sub…or dom, thank you very much. No sugar daddies for moi. Casual sex? Nah. Dating septuagenarians? Nope. Sorry, not sorry.
By the fall I realized that I had, in fact, broken a lot of my established dating protocols. I’ve been at peace with that. It was a year of experimentation. Ahem, not that type of experimentation.
I’ve certainly dated guys without a college degree but this is the first time I dated two decidedly blue-collar guys. Maybe the rough-around-the-edges-but-heart-of-gold cliche would prove true.
Instead, I went out with an Arthur Fonzarelli-Matt Dillon hybrid. It was as ridiculous as it sounds. I wasn’t cut out for his level of emotional turmoil. He’s…
