I was a single mom. My husband and I parted company when my son was six months old, he left for the other side of the country and there has been no ex drama (until lately when my now almost nine year old son asks "when am I going to meet my real dad but that is a post for another time)
I had a few casual dates that didn’t lead anywhere, and my child was not part of the picture. Then one fellow I clicked with worked hours just as crazy as my own, and after a few dates I realized we had to be creative or we would never see each other. He was almost like a father with visitation, he had a mentally disabled adult (mid 20s) he “supported” Tuesday nights and alternate weekends. Many of our dates included my son and his client, we did family like activities. I felt completely comfortable with introducing this man to my child, I knew the protocols and vulnerable person checks for the line of work he did, so I felt safe.
We broke up after over a year because I wasn’t that into him, and he wanted marraige. Quite unintentionally I fell in lust with another man the same week. That had “breakup fling” and “never gonna last” written all over it, and he didn’t really meet my son except for in passing (and my son was only 3 then) until he basically moved in with us. Again, it has disaster written all over it, and somehow, I have made it work, my son and my partner are best buds, because of my shift work he has been there for my son at night and on professional development days when I am working, and we are a happy bonded family. My son calls my partner by his name (well initials) but sometimes says “Dad”. Sometimes I have been tempted to throw in the towel (I tend to react strongly to things that maybe need a deep breath and time to regroup) but the thought of breaking up our family and taking away the only dad my son has ever known gives me pause.
In my eyes my partner is my son’s dad. He taught him to pee standing up. He watches Sponge Bob with him (I detest that show) he plays Mario cart. I sometimes think I have made every mistake in the book, but somehow I found an awesome man to be my kid’s dad. And my best friend.
So, no you are not undateable. You just have to have high standards, and sometimes it is ok to do things slightly out of order.