Dating after divorce or widowhood
Unfortunately, I had to put things on hold for a couple of hours while my son and I attended our weekly bereavement group meeting. Sure, I was a little distracted in group that night, but somehow I was able to contain my excitement long enough to get home.I kept my virtual lover waiting just a little bit longer while I put my son to bed.Complicating matters: My son was extra fidgety and required a couple extra chapters of his book before falling asleep.Eventually, this guy and I finally got on the phone.I don't know if that girl inside me — who gets crushes and often loses her way — will ever disappear. I kind of love that feeling of butterflies in my stomach, even though sometimes it verges on nausea.
In the end, it took some time and some sexy new bras to get me enjoying it instead of dreading it. This is probably the question every widow will hear some variation of at some point or another.
In an effort to save everyone the trouble (not to mention the awkward moments when I bust you peering through my kitchen window at the back of my house), I’ve decided to put it all out there for everyone to see. I do know, however, that the gossips will gossip and that while I am a grown woman who answers only to me, it is sometimes less work to be blunt.
Or better yet, they sit in the comfort of their own home, surf the web, and hunt you through your status updates and Facebook photos you get tagged in. Yes, that was us in the Dominican, frolicking on the beach. While I’d like to believe the best in everyone, that they are merely looking out for me, I am not so naive.
It was hard to believe we had each kept the spark, not to mention the patience, going for that many hours.
But talking dirty on the phone to a virtual stranger is tough for the uninitiated, and as much as it was, well, a relief — it was also pretty awkward. My first boyfriend kissed me underwater in the pool when I was 3, and I thought, .