I wanted people who read my work to be able to relate to what I was saying, no matter where they fell on the gender-sexuality spectrum. Outside of that, a partner was no different in my mind from a boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse, or lover.
I was a perpetual bachelorette
My personal life went like this: Date someone for a few months, dump them, and move on to the next person I matched with on a dating app. I had decided to give up on finding a steady partner. It was never going to happen. My tall, dark, and handsome man (with glasses and tattoos) was exactly that: my dream man, something that would never materialize in real life.
I kept swiping and settling for spending a few months at a time with men who would never be anything more than a fling. These guys were given nicknames by my closest girlfriends: “Daddy” (the divorced father of two), “Wonder Bread” (the most boring man on the planet who was as edgy as Wonder Bread), “Smash Mouth” (the one who looked like a member of Smash Mouth).