Yes, actually it was (sort of) a date. And what's more, an OK sort-of-date that didn't totally make me feel miserable that I had gone... who knew such a thing was even possible? Not this girl anymore, certainly. I mean, it wasn't Disneyland, but I didn't pretend to be sick or in early pregnancy, so there's that. It was an entirely fine time.
Take that, creepy world of 30 year old single mothers dating.