Category: Single Mama
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Why Dating in Portland Feels Like a Never-Ending Thrift Store Hunt
Dating in Portland isn’t just hard — it’s weird. It’s flannels at breweries, long talks about bike lanes, and more ghosting than a haunted house in October. For single moms (or really, anyone trying to date here), the scene feels less like a rom-com and more like a thrift store hunt: you might find a…
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the fucking audacity of: this man. He wants to be my man, but wants other women, but doesn’t want me to have another man.
Read that again, twice. Do you have the same migraine I do? There’s something in the Portland air—and I don’t mean the rain or the smell of weed or body odor. I mean the audacity. So here’s the tea: I’ve was lowkey seeing this man. He’s cute. He’s charming. He says all the right things.…
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“d” bag in pdx
Let me tell you about “D.” Ladies of PDX: If this guy sounds familiar or you happen to find someone who looks or sounds like any of this – do yourself a favor, and stay away. But also, tell him I said therapy on Saturdays at 11am isnt working for him – perhaps a lobotomy…
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Dating in portland? ew.
Let’s talk about the tragic comedy that is dating in Portland, Oregon… while being a full-time single mom in her 30s… who still doesn’t fully understand how to swipe on Hinge without accidentally matching with a guy who looks like he vapes essential oils and wears toe shoes to pick up his organic kale from…
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