Butterflies Frighten Me

May 24, 2026May 24, 2026 Heather KightLeave a comment

Sometimes I could feel his eyes on me. As cheesy as it sounds, it’s true. He would look at me like he was memorizing more than my face or features. It was like he was carving our life and each memory into his soul.

Steve loved me better than I’d ever known.

From the start of our story until his last breath, he made sure I knew.

I was seen
I was beautiful
I was worthy of love

When his breath grew raspy and labored, he still said, “You’re so beautiful” and “I love you.”

Something happens with trauma. The nervous system takes cherished words and emotions and marries them to bitterness and pain.

Glances feel unsafe
Smiles create doubt
Possibilities become frightening

The brain attaches the wrong sort of “what ifs” to innocent interactions. Instead of, “Huh. I remember this,” causing butterflies, it twists into, “I can’t go through it again.”

I could give in to fear. To doubt. Let it freeze my heart in a time when love meant more sacrifice than I could have imagined.

Or I can close my eyes, exhale, and allow good things to warm me.

Things like

Grace.

Patience.

Hope.

Then when I feel eyes on me. Someone smiling. Someone seeing me.

Butterflies won’t make me flinch.

Not even a little.

🦋🦋🦋

Menopause & Mischief · Red Flags & Walking Punchlines

Coming To a Friday Near You

March 3, 2026March 3, 2026 Heather Kight1 Comment

As mentioned in my recent post, I haven’t spent time on the dating sites lately. The only active subscription I have is eHarmony — I let the others end with no regret. 👋

Last night I decided to log in out of morbid curiosity. Truly. I was watching a true crime documentary about couples who met online and one wound up deceased. 😳 I wasn’t looking for trouble. Just … looking.

Updating my profile and photos landed a message in my inbox, and at 5am I was greeted with …

To be continued on our next episode of 🚩Red Flag Friday!

Menopause & Mischief · The Soft Side of Sass

A Brief Intermission (Featuring Boxes, Bad Algorithms, and Blessed Silence)

February 9, 2026February 9, 2026 Heather KightLeave a comment

If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, allow me to assure you:
I did not fall in love, run away to Scotland, or get abducted by a man with a fish photo and unearned confidence.

I moved.

Which means my life recently consisted of cardboard boxes, donation piles, sore muscles, and that specific kind of exhaustion where even your thoughts need a nap.

Illustrated, Disney-style scene of a smiling woman with light gray hair and green eyes standing among moving boxes in a cozy, sunlit room. She wears casual clothes and looks calm and confident despite the chaos. A tan Chihuahua stands alert at her feet, and a white Corgi lounges nearby like a cat. The scene conveys humor, resilience, and a lighthearted take on moving and fresh starts. — Proof that fresh starts don’t have to be perfect to be meaningful. 🏡✨

But there’s another reason for the quiet.
I stopped looking at the apps.
Not dramatically.
Not with my own personal declaration of independence.
I just… didn’t open them.

And friends, let me tell you something shocking:
Nothing bad happened.
No missed soulmate notifications.
No algorithm-induced heartbreak.
No urgent need to evaluate a man’s relationship with punctuation, hats, or freshwater bass.

Illustrated three-panel graphic titled “Meanwhile, on Dating Apps.” The left panel shows a shirtless, muscular older man taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom. The center panel shows a smiling man outdoors holding a large fish while wearing sunglasses and a camouflage shirt. The right panel shows a man in a sleeveless tank top taking a serious mirror selfie indoors. The image humorously represents common dating-app photo stereotypes. — Abs fade. Fish rot. Bathroom selfies are forever.

Instead, I unpacked.
I breathed.
I laughed at things that didn’t involve a dating profile promising “hot fun” like it was a Groupon.

And when I did peek back in recently?
Oh, my stars and garters.

The apps were exactly as I left them.

Still confidently delivering men who:
✅️Think “chemistry” is something you spray on
✅️Believe three-word profiles count as a personality
✅️Are one midnight message away from a public safety announcement
✅️Look like they accidentally photo-bombed a picture of their bathroom sinks

Meanwhile, the ads have escalated. 🙄
Everywhere I look is a suspiciously ripped silver fox who absolutely does not exist, staring into the camera like an AI Romeo.

Well, maybe like Romeo’s AI grandpa.

At some point I had to ask myself:
Is this dating… or performance art? 🤔

So consider this post a reset.
No pressure.
No promises.
No pretending I’ve been “actively looking” when I’ve actually been actively choosing peace, furniture placement, and sleep.

Menopause & Malarkey isn’t going anywhere.
Red Flag Friday will return.
Mischief Monday is stretching and hydrating.

I’m still here.
Still observant.
Still amused.
Just a little more unpacked — literally and figuratively.

Carry on. 😌🔥

Menopause & Mischief · The Front Porch Swing · The Soft Side of Sass

Woo Hoo – Thank You!

January 7, 2026January 7, 2026 Heather KightLeave a comment

Dating After Dignity · Menopause & Mischief

⭐ M&M Mini Post: Kudos Where They’re Due

November 29, 2025November 29, 2025 Heather KightLeave a comment

A Rare Moment of Applause in the Dating-App Wilderness

Every now and then, in the endless scroll of shirtless gym bros, filtered-to-oblivion selfies, and men who lead with their Halloween alter ego like it’s a personality trait…

A hero appears.

Today, that man is Rob, 55.

He did something almost no one on Facebook Dating remembers how to do anymore:
He crafted a profile with structure. With restraint. With logic.

Let’s break down the magic:

✅ Photo #1: A normal, friendly, fully clothed human man

Good lighting. Relaxed expression. No sunglasses indoors. No nostril selfie.
A rare and delightful start.

✅ Real-life pics first, costume pic last

This is the hallmark of a gentleman who understands:

> “My Captain Jack Sparrow moment is a bonus, not a warning.”

The pirate photo wasn’t a threat.
It wasn’t his opener.
It was the dessert at the end of the menu — optional, sweet, and mess-free.

✅ A bio that doesn’t read like an obituary

Simple, straightforward, not dripping with desperation or “I’m just a simple man looking for a simple girl.”
Just enough personality to show he’s real.
Not enough to make you run.

⭐ The M&M Verdict

I swiped right.
Not because I’m picking out a dress.
Not because expectations are sky-high.
But because sometimes you have to acknowledge when someone actually did the homework.

Rob, sir, wherever you are… Menopause & Malarkey salutes you. 🫡
Not for perfection.
Not even for chemistry.
But for remembering the golden rule of online dating:

> “Lead with the man.
Save the pirate for last.” 🦜