Blind Dating: Read Free

with one little girl in the corner.  I tear them apart.
     
    I’m not ready to be a Grandmother yet, and my Mom is by no means ready to be a Great- Grandmother.  She refers to them, but that does not mean she wants to join that club.
     
    It  seems like Auntie Christine was right, because Eric was never bullied again.

Chapter 2: The Dating Site
     
    I look at myself in the mirror, and then I think about my life.
    Get up in the morning
    Get the kids breakfast
    Have a shower
    Go to work
    Come back from work
    Cook
    Clean
    Go to bed
     
    I think about my day and my life, and realise – I have nothing else.  Not even a potential of a hobby or social life.  The only time I go out is if my sisters invite me, or my one best friend, or my parents, when they feel like having a Sunday brunch. 
    Then, I think of all the events – family weddings, funerals and Christenings. 
    I have nothing to look forward to all week long.  How bad is that?
    Am I really in my 40’s or in my 90’s?
     
    Then, my mind races to Mom she has her knitting club, her bridge club, her cooking club, her writing club.  She was busier then I was and she had friends.  Why was I letting life slip me by?
     
    Also, I was tired of being single, and tired of my Mom pointing it out.  She goes on about me being single then in the same breathes states; no man wants a woman with 3 kids.  I question, so how am I going to move on then, if no man wants me.  She says in one word. Lie!
     
    Lie, at first this seems to be the worst thing in the world that I can do, but as the years roll by, I begin to think that it is the best thing I can do.  I mean, I was approaching the wrong side of 40.  I had not even dated since the divorce, which was 5 years ago, or was it 6.  I stopped counting, because every time I started to think of it, or the fact that I married him, it just made me feel sad.
     
    Then, I would think, if I never married him, I would never have had my beautiful children, and they surely are beautiful.  I am blessed everyday I think of them being in my life.  Sometimes, when I am blue, sure enough one of them will come up to me, and kiss me on the cheek.
    It is going be OK, Mom; you wait and see – one day!
     
    There was that one fling in Spain when I went with Christine, but that did not last long.  When I went back the man was gay.  He used to swing the other way during holiday season and swing back home to his boyfriend Joaquin outside of tourist season.  So, I discovered during the winter when I managed to get some cheap flight tickets, and I wanted to surprise him with a visit. 
    What a fool?
    Everyone warned me about that one, but did I listen. No
     
    I never seemed to listen at the right advice; I am not sure if I do it on purpose, or simply because I feel I should be living a life of being single after getting a divorce.  I just used to go to church, I cannot face it anymore.  I committed one of the worst sins, divorceand I just do not feel comfortable about the whole situation.  Sometimes, I think I am too harsh on myself.  God is a forgiving God, so I need to start forgiving myself and just stop living in this misery.
     
    OK, maybe I should step up my game.  Just cannot think how?
    Socialising on Facebook, but then everyone will know what I am doing on Facebook, so not sure about that as an avenue, there must be other sites, for dating.  The problem with Facebook is they will know everything about me, before I even decided whether I want to know them or not.  No, I need a different avenue, but I do like the idea of it being on the Net.
    Rushing to work as usual.   At least the kids are older now, so they can simply get themselves ready and get on the school bus.  I do not have to worry about the days, when I would get them ready in the morning, feed them, drop them at 2 different schools and then get to work and I had the same thing when I finished school.  Pick them up at the child-minders and go home to cook and