Not only was my blog hacked, but my recent absence was also caused by a particular distraction.

My life has took an unexpected turn and I’m terribly distracted and somewhat excited (okay, alot excited). I met a man. Yanno what else? I like him….alot….. and he seems to be pretty crazy about me too….(he appears to be mentally stable)!

Part of me won’t allow myself to just “go with it”. I have a son and I really don’t know how to do this relationship thing with a kid. My son comes first but I’m really digging this man I met. It’s so confusing. I have basically cemented my identity in being a strong single woman. What happens when you let a man enter the mix? Now WTF? Who am I???? Who is this slobbering, giddy, can’t wait for the next text message chick?

Let me preface this blog entry with the fact that I have always been a Levi’s gal. What jeans category do you fall in? C’mon now, we all fall into a jeans category. It’s a cultural thing.

I wasn’t looking for a relationship. He practically fell in my lap. He isn’t my type. I think reading The Pioneer Woman rubbed off on me – he’s a cowboy. He wears Wranglers and Justin boots. He doesn’t just dress the part – he really has cows. He can swing dance better than me. He sings better than me. He likes Buck Owens and opera. He’s an artist/photographer. Once a connoisseur of long haired bikers or musicians, I’ve turned over a new leaf. I’ve decided I like Wranglers – ALOT!

Being a single mom, not only am I new to the dating world as a parent, but it’s been unusual. I’m not sure how to act or if I should feel guilty for going on dates without my kid. I’m actually enjoying myself completely for the first time in a long long time. I no longer feel like the “martyr mother”. Maybe I should feel bad about it, but I don’t-at least not yet.

I dated a man for awhile a coupla years ago, he lived in Alaska and I only saw him a handful of times. This is the first time that I have dated someone who actually lives in the same town. My son’s father didn’t even live in the same town, until we moved into together. Unlike Alaska and my son’s father (who both never connected with my kid), Wranglers has an easy way with Bear. He’s not going down that nauseating road of  “I’m gonna get you to like me so your mother does” kinda way. He’s giving Bear space to come to him. It’s refreshing and has restored my faith in the male variety.

Alas, here I am with a stupid smile on my face that I can’t wipe off. I know this feeling. I’m 42 years old and have experienced it a few times in my life. One thing though-it never gets old, or maybe it will, but for now this single mom is having a blast and my kid even likes him. He stopped calling him “that man” yesterday and called him by his name. If you’re a single mom then you know that is progress !

The future looks like there could be some fun involved. Wranglers or not,  I think I’m gonna go with it.