I am 37 and recently divorced. The dating scene as a late 30s divorcee armed with dating apps is more nuts than it was at any point in my 20s. As with so many divorces there was a pretty significant dry spell in the bedroom through the later portion of the relationship. This is the story of my first encounter as newly single.
Eventually I decided I was ready to start dating so I did what everyone in the 2020s now does, I downloaded some apps. I started with Bumble and Tinder and eventually learned how the game is played again. One of my first connections on Bumble was with a woman named Allison. Her profile gave the impression of a slightly hippy-ish 41 year old. A free spirit type. Which is definitely not my usual type, but I had decided to expand my experiences and to date women of different types.
We exchanged the usual getting-to-know-the-basics messages and numbers. I texted her to see when she wanted to hang out in person. Her response was “how about tonight”. I responded with “yeah, sure, why not” and I was set to go out with a new woman for the first time in a long time. We settled on meeting at her place and having some wine and figuring out what to do after that. And then she texts me one more time and says “oh, and wear something with buttons”. So internally I’m thinking, ‘hmm, that’s interesting’.