When I was a young and wide-eyed girl thinking about my future, I may have day dreamed about dating River Phoenix or marrying The Edge and raising a brood of musical offspring, but in no version of my planned future was I a forty-something single mother facing the daunting prospect of dating in 2011.
Things have changed beyond recognition since the 90s when I was last dating. Back then I was pretty impressive. I had a teeny waistline and I was a dancer. I had fellas queuing to ask me out. And I was cocky with it.
I remember being in a night club with a pal when a guy came over and asked if he could take me out. I waved him off with a beautifully tanned arm and told him if he really liked me, he’d find out my name and number and call me. Two weeks later I was in work and the phone rang. “Hi, Andrea, it’s Vinny.” Vinny? Who the heck was Vinny? “Vinny from the Buzz,” he said. I was pretty impressed so I dated him for a while until John came along in a swanky Audi flashing a pair of Del Amitri concert tickets. Continue reading
