Expat Dating Mom

He’s sitting on his new sofa in the apartment he just bought, not too far from mine. We met late last year, just before I left town for Christmas. I said, “Let’s see each other again,” and that was a green light he didn’t expect. He came to the meeting full of skepticism. When I turned out to be a real person, he immediately saw all the possibilities, but still… he thought we didn’t match at all looking at my profile. Me: kids, 40+, uff, a tough thing, heavy lifting. Probably an ex-dad as luggage, with all the drama of divorce and kid custody. She’s probably living off his money, he might have thought. She’s either in search of a one-night stand or a sponsor. What else? I can’t possibly be in search of romance, love, cinema, and coupledom. I don’t fit the modern dating app rom-com stereotype… Though, who does?

When I was breaking up with him because he couldn’t commit (45, three years of hair left, on the way to be addicted to Asian porn, EDD), he said he didn’t expect to get so close to me. He also said he felt he was making the biggest mistake of his life.

So now I’m sitting on his sofa. He wants to be friends and is missing the closeness. His friend told him he should never contact me again. I was told the same by a friend. I said, “We can be friends, but not friends with benefits.” His heart crushed. He described a few bad dates he’d had. He ran away from one when he saw the Asian girl in the cafe had similar features as the one on a dating profile, but really was someone else… in search of that amazing experience from the Only Fans promise.