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Dating Like a Mother...

Dating like a mother... you finish the rest.  I've been on this journey now for just under 2 years... and boy do i have a few stories for you!  Just when i think the last can't be topped it always is.  This blog will serve as a dumping ground for my crazy stories and even a few of my friends and their experiences.  The stories will be random in no particular order and of course names will be changed.  So sit back, grab a glass of wine and laugh with me... not at me!

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  1. AnonymousJuly 25, 2017 at 8:24 PM

    Interesting! Maybe you need a good date to write about?

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  2. AnonymousJuly 25, 2017 at 9:01 PM

    Wild Tuna?

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  3. UnknownAugust 27, 2017 at 7:35 AM

    Your posts are entertaining. Keep them coming. Well hopefully only past ones. Don't add any new ones to the library. As single dad myself, ironically also of three boys, I hope that one day someone can "get you off the app" and you can have your last first date.

    Fan I'm the burbs...

    M

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