I’m a 40-something single mom who after a 4-year-hiatus to raise my daughter decided in September 2009 to re-enter the cut-throat Manhattan dating scene. Getting dates I soon found was comparable to securing a job interview in a bad economy. A year later the only dates to my credit was a brief stint with a retired cop still entangled in a nasty legal battle with his ex-wife, and a handful of Starbuck outings with an assortment of damaged men – a hard-core 12-stepper, a malpractice attorney looking for a dominatrix, and a 9/11 medic on disability.
I prevail because, quite frankly, I like sex too much and am not ready to resign to a life of celibacy. Not yet, anyway. I am also a born romantic and believe in the notion that there is someone for everyone. So, I figure there must be a buyer out there who could appreciate my selling points: relatively attractive, curvy (read between the lines if you must), gainfully employed, emotionally available and a lot of fun once liquored-up.
Lipsticks and Playdates is the brainchild of a conversation I had with a fellow single mom friend. Upon hearing the tales of lies and deceit, she had one piece of advice: “Blog.” So, here on these pages, are my adventures of trying to find “Mr. Right” after the big 4-0 in the most interesting city in the world. Enjoy.