There were points where I was going on dates with two or three people a week.
We're thinking about how and when we'll tell our families.
And you're not going to meet somebody at a bar if you're a single mom. Five months into dating, he proposed, but we had already been talking about it for a few months. So I saw that Khalil liked me, and at this point, it was kind of overwhelming to be a girl doing online dating — I needed to make a spreadsheet or something. After doing online dating for a while, what I knew was I'd rather not spend a long time getting to know him.
He had met my son, so we had to ask: Do we have a future? I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'm just going with it. But I liked him back, and he messaged me right away. If he seemed normal, we'd have a drink, rather than building up this idea of who he is. On the site we used, they have a question that asks the things you can't live without, and I wrote was bad for the eyes and something about the evil eye. I actually forgot his name — I only remembered that he was no. When I got home, he texted me that he was deleting his account, and I was like, OK. It was the beginning of summer in New York, and every weekend was busy.
I'm 5-foot-10, and I've always had a thing about height, and I saw this guy with a really sweet, open face, and he was 6-foot-9, I was like, , and one of my favorite sentences ever, "If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of the machines that registers earthquakes tens of thousands of miles away." And he responded and said that he actually had a sweatshirt.
Two or three messages in, we found out that we live extremely close to each other, and he was like "Let's meet up." Somewhere in the conversation, and this was in December 2012, I told him I had just seen the film He texted me after four dates, saying that he wanted to slow down.