As a divorced woman over 35, I'm well aware that my chances of marrying again are roughly equal to the probability of my being taken hostage in a terrorist incident. O.K., I know that statistic has been debunked, but from where I sit, it still feels true. Ten years after my divorce, I'm beginning to think I might actually prefer being taken hostage to any more dating. "So," I'd say to Osama bin Laden, "you come here often?"
Dating the second time around can be awkward and painful, especially when you're reduced to asking your three-year-old, "Do these pants make...
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