Getting divorced in midlife is a special kind of plot twist. Because suddenly… you’re single. And everyone else you know is still very much married. Maybe there’s one or two others in your circle going through it too—but for the most part, you’re the outlier. The one people look at with curiosity. The unofficial field reporter of modern dating. And your married friends? They mean well. They really do. But they got married when flip phones were still a thing. They have no idea

So, I broke the ice. Not quite how I’d envisioned it, but still—a start. Or so I thought. After my first date in over two decades, I ghosted Facebook Dating. I was ready to delete the whole app, despite the “council” urging me to “just keep swiping.” That’s when I saw him: Santos. Multiple messages. Persistent energy. I politely replied, saying he seemed nice, but I wasn’t ready to date. He insisted. And… I caved. Naturally, I sent his profile to the council for review. Santo