Member-only story
How many men should I date?
Being single again has its conundrums
When I started dating again, I had low expectations.
When my husband left, I was 49 years old. A cancer survivor, I have only one breast. Plus, I was (and am) overweight. Not just a few extra pounds. You see, my body type has evolved to survive famine. If we ever have another Dust Bowl, I’m golden.
Before cancer, I maintained my weight by exercise, but pumping iron and chemo don’t pair well. Gyms object to vomit on the equipment. Now that I am cancer free, I’m back on the treadmill, but the weight is still with me. It’s OK, my goals are health and fitness. But I realized, as I took pictures for my dating profile, that my appearance would be an issue.
“Men only want skinny blonds,” I told my girl friends. “With two breasts. No man is going to want a one-breasted woman. But, it’s OK. I’ll put myself out there, get rejected, confirm my hypothesis, and join a convent.”
Best laid plans…
That’s not what happened.
I put myself on a couple of dating sites and immediately had more dates then I knew what to do with. One of my friends sent me an “It’s Raining Men” ringtone. She found it hilarious that I essentially had a revolving door.
