A while ago, I giggled about the one and only time I considered myself a “Triple D.” “Triple D,” was what I named a phase I went through briefly, still, longer than for 18 hours. It stood for:
Divorcee Distracted Dating
Through a slew of varied experiences, I got past my “Triple D” phase pretty quickly. Now, my cup runneth over.
Lately, I’ve had dating and mating on my mind. Continue reading “The right fit for a “Triple D” who grew”