One thing I haven’t mentioned yet turned out to be the most important detail. Sometime between the otter pops and the cab ride, she told me her son was with his grandma and would be back in the morning. This was certainly a surprise as she didn’t look or act like she had kids, but it was more surprising that I wasn’t bothered by it. I had never entertained the idea of dating a single mom because it wasn’t appealing to me. All of the single mothers in my age range I had previously met were either looking to get a father figure for their child(ren) as quickly as possible which tends to lead to poor relationships that end badly or so obsessed with their child(ren) that they don’t have their own personality anymore. This woman wasn’t like that at all, and she had thrown in the towel on relationships.