I'm not doing well right now.
I know nobody is reading this, so that's why I'm posting for the first time in five years. A lot has happened...in the world, not really to me. Nothing special.
Except for one thing. I met a woman.
I've been divorced since 2010 (okay, separated in early 2010, divorced in early 2011). Since then I've not done much dating. A little, here and there. Mostly first dates, with an occasional second. Almost 10 years ago I got into a "relationship" started off great but quickly fizzled...and it hurt. It wasn't healthy for either of us, and it took me WAY too long to see that. Apparently one of my flaws is that I will ignore red flags (some bright and shining, some muted and faint) and try and make something work until the other person ends things. That's what happened with my marriage. That's what happened with the relationship 10 years ago. And that's not necessarily what happened yesterday...but kind of.
And I'm not doing well.
We met online. Not on a dating app, but on Reddit. After talking with someone I had gone out with a handful of times, I was feeling down and lonely. The apps weren't really connecting me with anyone, and I thought what the hell, let's see what happens with Reddit. I made a post and put it in two r4r subreddits, one for people 30 and older and one for people 40 and older. I was honest and upfront with who I was and what I was looking for. Hey, I found a copy!
Not 100% feeling the Reddit personals vibe when just looking at the number of male posts as opposed to female, but there have to be SOME lurkers out there, right?
I'm a 47-year-old single father of three. I've had primary custody for the past 15 years, and I'm ALMOST an empty nester. I'm a comic book nerd, a craft beer lover, and a media junkie (TV/movies/music, not social). I'm pretty introverted, but come out of my shell A LOT with people I'm comfortable with.
I'm looking for someone without kids or who is already an empty nester (or pretty darn close), someone who enjoys sex, and someone who is liberal leaning. I've included a pic, so please reply with one of you. I'm not hung up on looks, but I won't deny that they're an important part of the overall package.
Ideally, I'm looking for a long-term relationship with somebody close to me, but I won't dismiss something more short term or just for fun, or even a long-distance FWB.
If you're even the slightest bit interested, please send a message or chat. We'll never know if we don't shoot our shots, right?

I ended up getting a good handful of messages...all from people far away. I answered a few of the messages, always upfront that I wasn't interested in a long-distance relationship, unless it was a FWB situation. And one person turned into that. We clicked pretty well, and we had a great time being spicy together. But she was prohibitively far away, so I kept searching for something local.
Then I got another message. This time from someone who was at least in the same state as me, even if she wasn't all that close. Her initial message? "Hi! As a fellow single, 40s, liberal in Tennessee, I thought
I should respond to your post because obviously we should at least be friends,
right?" I replied, we started a conversation, she shared a pic, and we clicked IMMEDIATELY...despite my stated deal breakers.
- I wanted someone close, she was at least 2.5 hours away.
- I am almost an empty nester, and wanted someone in a similar situation. She had two younger kids.
Yeah, not a lot of deal breakers, but in my mind they were pretty big.
But we kept talking. We exchanged gifs and memes. We started learning about each other and all the things we had in common. We exchanged real names after a day. I shared a cringy video I made during quarantine of me making a recipe from my grandfather's cookbook (just scroll down, you'll find it).
Two days after we first started messaging each other, we exchanged numbers and moved to texting.
A week and a half later, I was driving to Chattanooga to meet her for a lunch date...that ended up lasting eight hours. It was the best first date I had ever been on, and I had hoped it would be my last. We ate, we played pinball, we rode a trolley, we walked to a bar, and then it was dinner time. We Lyfted to a restaurant. Then we walked back to our cars, and before I drove back to Gallatin, we kissed. We kissed a LOT. When I got home that night, I texted her to let her know I was back safe and sound, we decided to call each other and talk. Two-and-a-half hours later, we moved to video chat. It was close to 4:30am before we forced ourselves to hang up and get some sleep...but not before we told each other we were in love. Yeah, a couple of crazy kids. I had never felt such an immediate connection to someone. A week and a half of talking and one date, and I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman.
We had nicknames for each other...I was Sugar Britches, and she was Sunshine. The Monday after our first date, I sent her a pic of a "prescription" that I wrote for her to give her boss, and that became a daily (for a month or so, at least) inside joke we had.
Two weeks later she drove to Gallatin and we spent the day together. We also decided that yes, we would try to make this work. We had a schedule of visitations and I altered my kid weekends to match hers, so we would have the same kid-free weekends. We would only get to see each other every other weekend, and we would alternate who drove where. It was fine, and it worked.
We texted every morning. We video called every night. We started having TV dates once a week where we would video call and watch a show together. We had crazy good sex. Like, literally, the best I've ever had...not that that is really saying much. From her initial message, not a day went by that we weren't communicating, and nothing ever felt forced. I had made up my mind that when my kids were all out of the house, I'd move to her. Quit my job of almost 25 years, sell my house, leave behind my parents (who moved down to Tennessee from Indiana to help make my life as a single father a little easier) and sister, and spend the rest of my life with a woman I loved and who loved me back. I had never felt so safe and wanted. I was happy for the first time, since...well, forever really. I had never had a happiness like this. It was different, and while I was scared to uproot my life, I was happy scared, excited scared.
We were making plans. Vacations, dates we wanted to go on, movies we wanted to see, places we wanted to go. She me my parents and sister, and I was going to meet her parents on our next weekend together. We had the restaurant all picked out. We met each other's friends. I wasn't going to meet her kids yet because they were young, but she met mine (and my ex-wife, and my son's girlfriend and HER parents), and they all got along AMAZINGLY. We were planning our futures.
And it went to shit in the blink of an eye. We had a disagreement. Something I thought was bigger than she did. I needed time to process something that had happened, and she decided we should just end everything. I was shocked. She was pretty matter-of-fact about it, stating that she saw me breaking up with her because of the disagreement, so she just did it first. I told her that's not how an adult argument works, that we talk about things and fix them. All I needed was time. I didn't want to end anything, I wanted to work on us and our relationship...and that made her pause. She decided she had been reacting to this based on past trauma and she needed time to think.
That was early in the morning. I spent the rest of the day in a haze, trying to keep busy so as not to think about the impending end of this...but I was also mentally preparing myself for the worst. I was nauseas, only having a small sandwich all day. I was fighting off panic attacks and breaking out into tears whenever I thought about her confirming the break up. I had a brief moment of joy at a comic book convention, running into my favorite musician and having a great talking with a comic book writing about an upcoming project. And then I cried on the way home.
I did yard work, I did laundry, I did the dishes, I messed with my comics, and I fixed my kids dinner. I turned on a standup special as the normal talk time was approaching. I needed to try and smile.
She texted, "Can you talk?" I said I could and asked if she wanted me to call. She did, so I did. She had bags under her eyes, and she wasn't smiling. We asked how the other was doing, both giving the same answer of not great. After quickly telling each other about our days, I just came out with it..."Are you breaking up with me?" And she said yes.
I hated it. I cried. She cried a little. But I had made the decision that I wasn't going to argue about it. I had made my case about wanted to work through the disagreement and come out the other side. She said she was "damaged" and knew that it was going to end up this way, either sooner or later; she said it would hurt much more later. I told her that I had learned not to fight a one-sided battle, that there was only heartache, pain, and grief if there was only one person trying to save a relationship.
And that was it, three days before our four-month anniversary. I cried myself to sleep. I woke up almost two hours before my alarm and couldn't go back to sleep. I got up and worked out, crying. I cried in the shower. I cried on the drive to work, screaming when the road was clear.
And I am not doing well.
I boxed her stuff up at work. There was really only one thing that had to mailed, and that was a key to her apartment. She gave it to me the last weekend I was at her place. But there were a few other things I threw in. Her loufa and bar of soap. I had given her the toothbrush, a cheapo Kroger brand that I had a pack of for when the kids and I got sick and need to toss the ones we were using...so I threw that away. Two giant bottles of Kroger knock-off Tums that I bought for her to have at the house. And I included all of the "prescriptions" I wrote for her, as well as a print-out of our Reddit chat. I had planned on making a scrap book of our beginning and giving it to her on our anniversary. I wrote a letter explaining why I was including them, not to try to win her back or to be spiteful and show her how everything began, but to hopefully show her her worth. I wanted her to know what our relationship meant to me and how it changed me. I wanted to show her that she was capable of giving and receiving great love. I wanted to give her hope the same way she gave me hope four months ago.
I'd be lying if I said I never wanted to see her again. I'm not angry with her, I'm just sad and hurt. I hope she uses this time to heal herself, to find out who she is as a single woman. It was my understanding that she didn't like to be single, and that there wasn't much time between myself and her last relationship (not even a month?) or between that relationship and her divorce. I think it's healthy to be single and to really know who you are without someone else. I hope she continues with therapy. I REALLY hope she stops smoking.
I don't know if I would date her again. If she reaches out in a year or so after putting in the work, would we be friends? Would/could we start over? Would I want to risk it again? I don't know. It hasn't even been 24 hours that this ended, so I still have so much love in my heart for her. I know I'll never forget her, and I know she'll always have a piece of my heart.
I want to be happy. And I want her to be happy. I REALLY wanted us to be happy together, and I'm still shocked at how quickly this ended. But maybe I shouldn't be. It started quickly. Some might say too quickly. It burned hot and fast, and flame never flickered. So maybe the ending is a bit poetic?
I fucking hate poetry.