Fiona’s son became quite attached to one man she dated for four months.
He helped him with a school project, took them to an NHL game and paid a lot of attention to the entire family.
He came out without his wallet, he explained as he settled into his chair, in mock tones of lament. He told me he was an inventor, but when I inquired of his creations he grumbled that other people had gotten to all his best ideas first. He told me how much he’d paid for his home, citing a vast number that made my eyes go big. And so went my first foray into the universe of dating as a single parent. For all of the halting, inelegant dating when I was young and single, I could never have predicted how romance-seeking at this stage in life would play out.
But when I dropped him off later (he had no car), he admitted he was a renter, and that he’d paid that much toward his apartment over the years. The rules defining the game were essentially the same, but the players might as well have been parachuted in from a different sport.
When he was at the stage to introduce her to his children, he was concerned about the effect this development might have on them. Because Andrea is a ceramic artist, Frank thinks a clay-working visit with his kids might be a good entrée for introducing his new friend.
“Andrea is more than willing,” he says, “and I thought it would be a good way to ease her into the lives of the children.
I just want him to be happy.” Fiona Gulliver (a pseudonym) waited for two years after her husband left before entertaining the thought of connecting with another man. She has speed-dated, joined organized dating clubs and visited any number of online dating sites.