When I finally came to terms with the fact that Levi and I were never going to be together again, I had a whole slew of emotions, but the biggest one was fear.

I was primarily afraid of being alone, afraid of trying to make it on my own, afraid of change in general. I kept thinking to myself: Who the hell is going to want to date me now? A young girl with an infant — they're going to be running for the hills, right?

Wrong!

Recently I've been so inundated by men that it’s freaky! They're all over the place, and they're all over me. My phone rings nonstop, my inbox is constantly full, I could have a date every night if I wanted to. It’s weird. It's fun, and I enjoy the attention, but I am so not interested in having a relationship. I explain this to all of these men — and they're men, so you'd think it would be easy.

I tell them all that I'm not interested in a relationship, and then they pursue me more. It’s ridiculous. I remember when I was interested in having a relationship, I couldn't find a man anywhere. Now, I'm not interested and they're beating down my door.

I spoke to a fellow First Wives World blogger about this. Her theory is that men just love the pursuit. They like to get what they've been told they can't have. I'm beginning to agree with her.

Anyhow, if anyone needs a date, let me know!