Thirty Dates Later

Thirty first dates in thirty days.Who talked me into writing this magazine column and going on these ridiculous dates?Oh yeah, my mother.After ending a ten year relationship, I never thought I'd find myself here ... single.The dating game is entirely different than it was a decade ago. And I hate it. Apps, swiping left, ghosting, and the potential that one of these guys is an axe murderer, or worse, a catfish.And the one man who actually caught my eye? He's completely off limits. I only have one rule and I won't bend it for anyone, not even him.