Sexual Healing After Divorce
The massage therapist and the sexaholic
In 2013, after separating from my husband of 28 years, I felt unmoored and adrift in the unfamiliar waters of the dating world. I went from a suburban soccer mom volunteering for the PTA and bake sales, to trolling the online dating sites — not for a husband (I’d been down that aisle), but unsure about what or who I was looking for. Fun? Sex? Companionship?
While checking my EHarmony profile to see why I hadn’t been matched with anyone for awhile, I realized that I’d neglected to answer the requisite personality questions for choosing a partner. They included: “When shopping for a wine and cheese party, your favorite choices tend to be: a) soft, b) hard, c) crumbly, d) stinky.” Were these codes for personality traits, I wondered? I happen to like pungent cheeses, so perhaps that makes me a sardonic, sarcastic, sharp, and incisive person. “What do you think of Fox News?” (That could be a deal-breaker.) “Have you ever lied about your height or weight?” (Really? Men lie about their height and income, and women lie about their weight and age, especially online. No one said dating was fair or honest.) “Who is most likely to know your secrets? a) friends, b) family, or c) romantic partner.” That was easy: my massage therapist.
