The Mid Life Dating Files 2025

What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

The Biggest Challenge I’ll Face in the Next 6 Months

(Spoiler Alert: It’s Not Snakes on My Road Runs)

If I had to guess the biggest challenge I’ll face in the next six months, it won’t be career moves, community events, or even selling a house full of memories.

It will be this:

Dodging emotionally unavailable men like I dodge potholes on my morning runs.

And y’all… the potholes are plentiful.

Chapter 1: The Audacity Olympics

Let’s start with Mr. “We Went to Middle School Together.”

Sir.

You were married the first time you slid into my messages with the classic:

“I was so in love with you in middle school and you broke my heart…”

First of all, we were 13.

Second of all, you weren’t my type then.

Third of all, you are definitely not my type now.

Fast forward and now he’s divorced, living with a girlfriend, and still messaging women like he’s collecting them for a loyalty rewards program.

And then — plot twist — the girlfriend reaches out to me.

Ma’am. I did not order this chaos.

Apparently he’s been playing multiple women while living with her.

Which leads me to ask:

Do I have a “Welcome to the Circus” sign taped to my forehead?

Because I am not auditioning for this mess.

Chapter 2: The Convenience Situationship

Then there are the “Convenient Kings.”

You know the type:

Text you at 9:42 PM on a Tuesday. Disappear for 3–5 business days. Resurface with: “Hey stranger.” Act confused when you don’t roll out the red carpet.

Sir.

If you can take 48 hours to respond to a text, you can take 48 years to find someone else.

We are not breadcrumbing in 2026.

We are not ghosting and reappearing like a low-budget horror film.

We are not participating in the Emotional Olympics.

We are blocking.

BLOCK. DONE. PEACE.

Chapter 3: Choosing Peace Over Potential

Here’s what I’ve learned:

Peace > Potential

Consistency > Chemistry

Intentions > Words

I have zero interest in men who:

Want access without accountability Want attention without intention Want convenience without commitment

I would love to meet a good man. A steady man. A grown man.

One with integrity. One who knows what he wants. One who doesn’t treat dating like a hobby between football seasons.

But until then?

I have peace.

And peace is undefeated.

Chapter 4: Can We Please Go Back to the 80s?

Dating in the 80s:

You had to call a landline. With a 20-foot cord. And pray your brother didn’t answer. And actually ask someone out.

You had to court someone.

Now?

We have:

Read receipts Situationships “Talking” Soft launching Hard ghosting

Cell phones didn’t ruin dating.

Immaturity did.

Chapter 5: My Current Love Story

Let me introduce you to the real man of my house:

Blaze.

My cat.

My sidekick.

My food taster.

My wine taster.

My boss.

My king.

He contributes nothing financially but controls everything emotionally.

And honestly?

He’s consistent.

Unlike some people.

My ideal Friday night currently looks like:

Home. Netflix. Wine. Blaze judging me from the couch. Zero drama.

And guess what?

I love it.

I’ve learned how to enjoy my own company.

I’ve learned how to protect my peace.

I’ve learned how to shut it down fast when the red flags pop up.

And I don’t apologize for that.

Chapter 6: The Real Big Change

Now here’s the real transition coming:

Selling the house.

The house my ex-husband and I built.

The house my children grew up in.

The house full of memories.

I love it.

But it’s too big.

Too many stairs.

Too many reminders.

It’s time for a one-story forever home.

Something smaller.

Intentional.

Peaceful.

Designed by me, for me.

Because one day I do not want to be at the top of the stairs wondering:

“Do I have my Life Alert necklace on?”

I refuse to become a live episode of Grace and Frankie.

This next chapter will be mine.

Mine and Blaze’s.

Chapter 7: The Rents & The Adventures

In the next six months, you will also find me:

Cruising with The Rents (aka my parents) At the beach condo At the river house Writing it all down Documenting the chaos Laughing through it

Because good content comes from lived life.

And I plan to live it.

So What’s My Biggest Challenge?

It’s not loneliness.

It’s not being single.

It’s not even selling a house full of history.

My biggest challenge will be this:

Continuing to choose peace when drama keeps knocking.

And maybe — just maybe — staying soft without lowering my standards.

Will I find my forever person?

Who knows.

But here’s what I do know:

I’m not settling.

I’m not shrinking.

I’m not chasing.

I’m not entertaining nonsense.

I’m a Scorpio.

It’s hard to break into my world.

And if you do?

You better come correct.

Until then?

It’s me.

Blaze.

Wine.

Netflix.

Peace.

And the BLOCK button.

And honestly?

That sounds like a pretty good six months.