About a Girl
If Nick Hornby’s middle-aged single guys are boys, then I suppose in this context I am a girl. (Not that I want to be; I was just remarking to a friend how people used to give men shit for referring to women as “girls”; now it seems completely acceptable. Why did that start being OK again? It’s so retro in a bad way, it makes me think of “the girls in the secretarial pool.”)
But like Hornby’s immature protagonist, I like dating single parents. I’m pretty much off online dating, but this Times piece points out that for all its faults, it is a jungle stocked with my preferred prey.
