From late 2008 through 2009, I went on a string of dating single moms.
The run wasn’t intentional…Shyte just kinda landed that way. But it was all very insightful for a poonhound in his late 20s with no kids and who knew with no qualifier that he was not ready to have any either. Hell, I’m 30, happily living in sin and still not ready to have any munchkins of my own.
I’ve always respected the plight of the single mom (if not always the reason she’s a single mom), and I do so now more than ever. I learned that no single mom I know is a fan of banging out mad hours at work only to come home to “Yo Gabba Gabba” episodes on repeat seven days a week; they’re all looking for a little bit of adult-rated excitement, if not the man that will complete her fractured family.
But, despite what society projects, it’s not all about the single mom and what SHE wants. We are the ones who have to date these women. Many young dudes stay away from single moms, but I was never afraid to settle down with one. Had I done so at 25, however, I might have gotten caught up in a manner that I wouldn’t allow today.
Here’s a list of non-negotiables that I’d need in place should I ever go down that road again: