When it comes to dating I used think I set my standards too high.  Then after sizing up the man I was divorcing, I was convinced I had no standards at all.  So now I’m “single” again and I’m not really sure what the acceptable standards are.  A hot younger guy seems fun, but I don’t need to feel any older.   My friends keep wanting to fix me up with single Dads, but I can’t handle my own kids let alone someone else’s.  So where does that leave me?  On the corner of Loser Lane and Dateless Drive?  I guess I could always make a right turn and find a new avenue.  That was positive, wasn’t it?  Oh, give me a break.  You try to be me.       

I don’t think there is a more uncomfortable moment than sitting in a school auditorium watching your kids in a play with your ex husband…and his new wife.  How am I supposed to concentrate on my child and still look the paralegal whore up and down out the corner of my eye?  It’s unfair; I’ve never been able to multi task.  Add to the awkwardness the fact that all the other parents are looking out the corners of their eyes to see how I’m reacting to Miss Thang!  I’m so glad I actually took the extra time to wash and blow dry my hair before the play.  I looked hot!  I hope I didn’t damage my eyes; they keep twitching to the left side.