Hello to my fellow seniors, looking for love.

I began my journey following a divorce after a 30-year marriage. At that time, I was a wife, a mother of two daughters, a college administrator and educator who hadn’t dated in 31 years! Believe me, the dating scenery was—and remains—much different after 31 years.

 

At the time we had decided to part company, I had resigned my position where I worked (he worked there too and it was best that one of us leave). I went on several interviews in my home town—where my name was figuratively on the position description itself—only to come in second—or third—or worse, not anywhere near any of the top of finalists. I beat myself up pretty badly from the rejection because—really? Why aren’t you hiring me on the spot? It was such a humbling experience that kept me on my knees, praying and praying.

 

Finally, after much prayer and gnashing of teeth and getting angry at God, I was recruited by another school in Chicago, Illinois. They flew me up for a marathon of interviews and by that, I mean 8-hours of meeting with this department and that department and ending with the President of the university himself.  It was exhausting, enlightening and, in a strange way—fun! I guess I had resigned myself to the fact that I would come in second—or third—or not at all. But, lo and behold, that wasn’t God’s plan! I was offered that position practically on the spot! Again, it was in another city, in another state and meant I would be leaving behind all my contacts, plus my family. I kept wondering what in the world the Lord had in mind, taking me from wonderful, balmy Austin, Texas to the cold, frozen tundra of Chicago, Illinois.

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​It wasn’t until I met my Prince, Hart, where I finally saw the light. Having met him via an online dating site, I realized that had I remained in Texas, while he was in Illinois, both of us would have closed the match for distance. I’d like to say the story ends here where I relocated, met Hart right away, and we lived happily ever after. Oh boy, if only my story was that simple. It wasn’t. In fact, it took a few years where I had to kiss a few frogs and tadpoles (baby frogs), before I finally met my Prince.

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And that’s where this book comes in…here are my stories. As you read them, I hope you can take away some insights for yourself. I’ve devised a “Frog Test” you can take to help you discern if you are dating a tadpole (proceed at your own risk), a frog (run, run, run!) or your own Prince or Princess. I’m here to tell you, it’s possible to find true love at our age.

 

As you begin your own dating journey, I would advise you to keep an open mind and to pray for guidance. (This is easier said than done—after all, we’re not spring chickens anymore and there’s definitely a sense of urgency here). I would also advise to wait for intimacy—sure hope you understand this one. This is not “Sex and the City” and we’ve all been around the block a few times. And finally, if you don’t get anything else out of this, remember: don’t settle! You’re more worthy than that.

 

Love and blessings to all.