Where the Men Are Wounded, the Women Are Weirdly Hot & Everyone’s in Therapy (Or Should Be)
Let’s be honest. Dating after 40 is less like a rom-com and more like an indie horror film with bad lighting and a recycled cast of emotionally unavailable ghosts. Nearly 50, I’ve spent the better part of the last two decades solo - not celibate (I wasn’t a fucking nun), but definitely not co-existing with anyone, save for my kids, pets & now hormones that like to play musical chairs with my nervous system. And when I say dating , I use the word loosely, because let’s be real, most of us aren’t actually dating anymore. We’re swiping through a wasteland of men holding fish, flexing in mirror selfies, or talking about their “healing journey” while still bleeding emotionally on everything that moves. ✨ The Mental Load of Modern Dating It’s not fear of rejection that stops me anymore. Goddess knows I danced that dance in my 20s, 30s & even into my early 40s. I used to fear abandonment so deeply, that I became a Grade A people pleasing, boundary less ve...