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Before you embark on single parent dating, consider reading our advice pages: dating for parents, online dating safety and writing an online dating profile.And, in the back of my mind I did consider he might grace the place with his presence. As Tim and I were finishing our trendy plates, in saunters Adonis with a beautiful lady who seemed conspicuously dressed in the previous night’s date-dress. Now, that may sound like a nightmare, since I’ve been involved with Adonis recently, but actually, it’s ok. Maybe it was even unfair for me to pop into ‘his’ cafe on his street on a Saturday morning? Not to stop and talk and get things tangled up in introductions or conversations–ick, nobody needs quite that level of complication. Maybe he’s found his strength, and is playing to it. It almost seems like there is something about the Centaur that’s meant to get me SO flustered that I eventually give up, stop overthinking, and stop trying to control my reality. He popped up beside me and we had fun like we’d never had before. How totally just right for my newly single Mama Bear self!I live in the same neighborhood with Adonis, and considered ahead of time that it happen that we’d run into each other. Anyways, I wore a cute bare-shouldered top, hair in beachy waves, and a glossy red lip. Neither he nor I have spent one fraction of a second together under the impression that our involvement was monogamous–not by a long shot! I just wanted to maybe just to give him a wink, a knowing glance to let him know ‘I see you. It would have been a human and decent thing for him to do, to show recognition to me, as someone he’d been intimate with recently. Maybe, like a gorgeous flower, he’s giving himself and others experiences of pleasure and beauty when he can. It’s part of the brilliance that besides his physical attractiveness appeals to me about him. Dancing together, goofing off with his friends and loving the music. The opposite of dating horror stories; on a dream date, you feel like a million bucks, and your date seems equally delighted.Oh, how the lovely romantic entanglements we have can also be heartbreaking. (I know, I know, women confuse physical stuff with love all the time. He’ll ignore my texts until he wants to talk to me. Background: When it comes to communicating verbally about matters of the heart, The Centaur is not great. As the rest of the festival crowd seemed to fade away from our fleeting, intimate, bubble of mutual adoration, I revealed to him what I call him to my friends too. And then, I could swear I saw his chest puff just a little, he rocked back on his heels, and nodded. Sharing each other’s presence, I got more of a sense of his vulnerability and intimacy than I get from most people ever. In between dates, we have been practically strangers to each other. (In hindsight, red flag, obviously – be careful when somebody picks you up on the street! It was endearing and revealing to learn what he calls me and to see his reaction to my secret name for him. My head spun a little with surprise and delight at this unusual, for him, self-revelation and the awkward attempt at a compliment. I like it so much I almost want to trade out the name Molly Undercover for it! When ‘Wild Animal Man’ moves on, as I’m sure he will sooner or later, I’ve decided I get to keep this nickname. ‘Wild Animal Man’ came from another friend who exclaimed that he was a wild animal when I recounted to her how he’d curled up one weeknight right on my front porch and fell asleep, snoring like an bear, feet sticking eighteen inches off the porch furniture.