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SKYLAR
Less than forty-eight hours after I signed up for Missing Link, I had a dozen matches and seven pokes. I didn’t dare return a poke to open lines of communication. Instead, I browsed through the profiles of those reaching out to me, quickly deleting a few partners and husbands whose write-ups sounded more like they hoped to find a live-in maid rather than an equal, shared lover.
Yes, I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom who cooked and cleaned, but I refused to bend the knee and submit like a woman from the fifties would.
I had a life of my own to live—I just wanted to share it with two sexy someones and spoil them rotten in return for loving me.
A rare occurrence had Nora and I both sitting on the couch, her with her nose in a physics book, me on my phone, enjoying the quiet of a
