You want to be swept off your freakin’ feet (without losing yourself or your sense of independence)
You’re curious about your own ambivalence toward dating (there’s a hopeless romantic somewhere in there)
Opening the apps make you wanna throw up a little bit
The last time you dated was decades ago
…Kick off your shoes. Let your hair down. Pour yourself a glass of wine.
I don’t care if you’re making $250K. You deserve to be wined and dined and wooed a little bit! Nope, it’s not too much to ask.
But it does require something a little more challenging than waiting for a hot neighbor to mosey down the street and sweep you off your feet.
Look — I wish I could send you a sexy neighbor who is gainfully employed and has been to therapy, but I’m a coach, not a fairy godmother.
For women who are looking for one-on-one guidance as they navigate:
4-month program to map out:
She gently pushes you in the direction you know you need to go. She pumps you up in ways you didn't think you could imagine. Take the leap... the net will follow. You have it all within yourself, she’s just there to remind you of that."
We don’t start by matching you up with someone and throwing you out of the nest. You’re a grown-ass woman, not a baby bird.
We start by unpacking sh*t, getting real about what’s holding you back, and identifying how you want to move forward.
Friends and family tell you that you deserve the world, but… you get on the apps and it turns out “the world” consists of mediocre men who seem more interested in fishing than wooing you.
(Or maybe you haven’t tried the apps yet, but you’ve heard horror stories about Tinder swindlers and ghosts and catfish, and none of this was a thing the last time you dated.)
It’s hard to know what you want, let alone what you can expect from someone new
Even thinking about dating can feel like navigating a minefield of shame and anxiety
But I know that when it’s been awhile…
But whatever you decide, you’ll do it with clarity, confidence, and the knowledge that you are a sexy, intelligent b*tch who can get what you want.
At the end of each phase, there’s space built into the process for implementation, because this is about taking these lessons and integrating them into your real life.
By the end of this phase, dating won’t feel daunting. You’ll know how to approach it from a place of owning what’s right for you, rather than waffling between waiting and settling for what isn’t right.
What you want now is different than what you wanted in your 20s, and by the end of this phase, you’ll feel crystal clear about how to articulate and own it.
I’m all ears. Tell me a little bit about what’s going on, and we can talk about whether one-on-one coaching is right for you.
I promise you’re not alone. And love is absolutely possible for you, if you’re committed to doing the self-work to find it.
Dating after loss
Dating with a specific goal in mind
Dating as a care-giver
Dating when you worry no one else can understand what you’re going through
I can’t wait to see what my future love life holds. Thank you Martha, for empowering me and showing me what’s possible."
One of the biggest things I’ve learned from decades as a dating coach is that — yes, I absolutely want you to find love — but it doesn’t matter whether or not I want it for you. What matters is what you want for yourself.
I’m not here to pressure you into dating. I’m here to support you as you navigate your next steps, so you can take those steps with more confidence and clarity.
On the fence? Tell me a little bit about what's happening in your love life (or lack thereof), and we’ll take it from there.
You deserve to find an approach to dating that makes you feel empowered, not terrified.
You need to remember how to name what you want, after decades of prioritizing everyone besides yourself.
You need a supportive space where you can confidently identify what you want, own what you want, and commit to not settling for anything less.
Plenty of magazines and top 10 internet lists will tell you “how to find the love of your life in your 50s." They’ll tell you to join book clubs and buy shapewear and pick photos for your profile where you’re wearing red lipstick and yadda yadda yadda.
You wouldn’t be here reading this if that fuckery actually worked. (Pardon my French, but Cosmo was demoralizing when I was 15 and it’s demoralizing now.)