The Eleventh One.
Morning, Subheading: "So, what are you looking for?" Pancakes. I want pancakes. The brief spat on my dating profiles reads: "Looking for: Ongoing romantic connections. Open to monogamy or ethical non-mongamy/polyamory. I have two kiddos that are with me part time." You only have a limited number of characters to explain who you are and what you're looking for, so that seems like a good breakdown of things. For some reason, turning to Tinder/Bumble/Whatever to help me meet people makes sense. I figure, well, at least I start from a place of knowing I'm in the flirting lane. Anyone messaging me is already armed with the information that I am polyamorous, bisexual, and have two children. One would imagine this alleviates some awkwardness, and it does- to an extent. However, once you make it past those initial inspections, people generally start to wonder... "So, what are you looking for?" The notion that I am an incomplete pers...