In my pre-motherhood days, I dabbled in the world of online dating. I went on a whirlwind of dates with a variety of interesting characters, but true love eluded me. Fast forward to today, and I find myself navigating the dating scene once more, this time with a toddler in tow. I recently revisited my old profile on a dating site, and I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. Her wit and charm were undeniable, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the carefree spirit she embodied.
After some attempts to update my profile to reflect my current reality, I realized nothing was salvageable. Portraying myself as a wild partygoer would be a complete misrepresentation. I envisioned a disgruntled suitor declaring me a defective product, leading me to the decision to wipe the slate clean and start anew.
But how does a single mom present herself in the dating world? I wasn’t even sure what I was searching for, let alone what I had to offer. Then a lightbulb moment struck: what if I stripped away the pretense and embraced radical honesty? This led me to wonder how my real life stacks up against the curated online personas we often curate. Instead of showing off my best side, I decided to lay it all out there.
My Self-Summary:
I’m a toy-repairing, story-telling, breastfeeding mom who… Oh wait, you want to know about me—not just my life as a pint-sized tyrant’s servant? Where do I begin?
While I might feel ancient at 6 AM on a Sunday, my youthful escapades aren’t entirely behind me—they’re just taking a backseat. I’m always up for a little adventure, as long as it aligns with nap times.
My body confidence is oddly inflated. I’ve witnessed my body perform some miraculous feats that you might see in a comedy skit, except I had a small human instead of props. Regardless of my jeans size, I have deep respect for what my body has accomplished. I expect the same from you.
What Am I Doing With My Life?
Which life are we talking about? I juggle two: one where I’m a driven professional donning ambitious outfits and another where I’m knee-deep in toddler chaos, often literally. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of a third life, where I can sip cocktails and enjoy a night out after 6 PM.
What Am I Really Good At?
- Making a home look presentable in under 15 minutes—just don’t peek in the bathroom or that one cupboard.
- Reasoning with the absurdities of toddler logic.
- Counting backwards—specifically from 8 PM. Right now, it’s 5 hours and 13 minutes until bedtime.
- Disguising my chocolate habit and multitasking (not to be confused with multi-completing).
- Hiding vegetables in other meals.
What Do People Notice First?
My back, as I sprint after my little one. My toddler might be small, but he has a loud voice—just like his mother!
A Typical Friday Night Looks Like:
Engaging in a fierce internal debate over whether to pour another glass of wine. Chuckling at the notion that weekends offer a break while I contemplate whether to tackle the mountain of laundry or scale Kilimanjaro itself. I look forward to spending quality time with my little one, conveniently forgetting how toddlers often love to derail such moments with their unique brand of chaos.
You Should Message Me If…
You’re okay with never being the priority. You prefer your intimate moments to be rare and interrupted. And if you find yourself bored with a typical social life, we might just click.
The Most Private Thing I’ll Share?
I’d rather watch popcorn-worthy drama unfold on Facebook than in a movie. If you were hoping for something sultry and mysterious, I lost my sense of coyness during the hormonal rollercoaster of pregnancy.
It’s been three weeks since I launched this profile, and oddly enough, I’ve yet to receive any messages. But I remain hopeful.
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