Poor little Stephanie Land

From the Washington Post:

Trump’s election stole my desire to look for a partner
In August, I went on six dates in one week. I had decided that I was ready to look for a partner. Enough of this dating unavailable men a half-decade younger than me. They’d never seriously consider a relationship with me, my two children and our needy dog. No. I wanted to find an equal. A man who wouldn’t feel the need to step in and rescue me. I didn’t need rescuing.

But I knew deep down that was only partially true. I often felt the sort of loneliness that settled in my stomach, starting from a chaotic afternoon with my children, lasting well into the night when I pulled covers tight around my chin.

Stephanie wanders around her topic a bit and then... The Trumpening:

But two weeks later, the election happened. Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.

In her story, she was getting along with one guy when the election happened but she felt that she could not commit to a relationship after President Trump was elected. I hope the poor guy realizes just how close to a disastrous relationship he came. Talk about dodging the bullet. What a narcissist.