Dating a single mom. No strings attached

Startled awake by the mere quiet around me, I instinctively groped for my phone in the dark. Pulling it off of the night-table, I noticed right away that the blue light in the corner was flashing, an ominous symbol of calls gone unanswered and messages ignored.

Next thing I noticed was that it was ten o’clock.

And then I noticed the six missed calls….

2 Whatsapp messages.

Facebook Messenger.

And SMS.

But whatever format these “wake-up-or-else” messages came in, they were all still communicating the same hard cold reality: he had come to pick me up for our date at nine o’clock and I had fallen asleep.

The sequence of events was a bit more complex than that but the feelings he felt while waiting for me for over half an hour with no response from my side, no lifeline at all, were the most basic and raw that a person could feel. None of my reasoning really mattered at that point because even with my stellar negotiating skills I could not make peace with the man who had just waited for me for a half an hour in the car while I remained unconscious to the world.

All I could get out of him at that point was that he had driven away pissed as all hell.

I tried to explain to him that it’s all part of dating a single mom.

(Well, at least that’s what my friend told me.)

Because single moms are always sleep deprived and if a single mom rests her head on a surface or seat that is any softer than a prison bench past the hour of eight o’clock in the evening, there is very little hope or chance that she will get up again before dawn.

And that’s what happened to me because at 8:20 PM I really truly believed that the kids would only be playing with their cousins for another ten minutes, just like they promised, and that they would come downstairs obediently all on their own. So I agreed to their terms and continued to sit on the bed and wait for those ten minutes to pass. I didn’t really see the point in going upstairs to get them since they would obviously be joining me sooner than later.

And later it was, because before I knew it, here I was at the end, right where this fateful story began.

The next day I sent him a really embarrassing delivery of chocolates with a big red heart balloon attached.

 

Red heart balloon. No strings attached.
Red heart balloon. No strings attached.

Did I mention I sent the delivery to his work?

But when all is said and done, I have come away with so much valuable personal insight and awareness from this experience and I know, God help us all, that going forward it will definitely make me a better, and wiser person (…said using evangelical voice, down on my knees with my hands in the air.)

I have learned that he is a forgiving person unless he uses this against me in our next argument.

I have learned to never sit down when I have someone waiting for me unless I place my feet in an ice cold bucket of water first.

Dating a single mom can be really great as long as she is awake.

It is a universal fact that chocolates are peacemakers and that men love being sent big red heart balloons to their places of work.

About the Author
Devora Mason is a single mom of five who works in business development focusing on unique Israeli technology,and Innovation, specializing in subjects from AR/VR to the stars and back! Her life experiences lead her to write about social issues and people that she encounters in Israel. As a consultant she enjoys her work with Israeli startups and corporate entities and is currently the VP of Global partnerships at StellarNova, a female founded startup focusing on STEM blended education and media content for kids.
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