Hi there. I'm Tonya. Thirty-six, blonde, and — if I'm being completely honest with a stranger on the internet — wondering what I'm doing here.
I've spent the last eighteen years building a life around my son. School, work, football practice, parent-teacher conferences, dinners, bedtimes. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I forgot to build a life around me. I work from home preparing tax forms — yes, it's every bit as thrilling as it sounds — and my social life has shrunk down to my gym schedule and the barista who knows my order.
So here I am. Swiping. Trying to remember how to flirt without sounding like I'm reading from a script. I've been told I'm attractive — MILF is apparently the word the younger crowd uses, and I'll admit I work hard enough at the gym to have earned it — but I haven't actually felt attractive in a very long time. I'm hoping someone here can remind me what that's like.
I should warn you: I have a tendency to be too honest for my own good. I'm kind, I'm loyal, I probably care too much about everything. I can hold a conversation about almost anything once I stop being nervous. And underneath the responsible mom exterior is a woman who has been alone for far too long and is acutely aware of that fact.
I'm not looking for a fairy tale. I'm looking for someone who makes me feel something other than responsible. Someone patient — I'm a little out of practice. Someone who sees a woman, not just a mother. And if there's chemistry... I'm open to seeing where it goes. Really open.
If you've read this far, you might as well say something. I promise I'm more fun than a tax form. And honestly? I could really use the company tonight.