Yesterday I had lunch with a Portland friend and after discussing our little lives for hours, she asked if I had any interest in dating. Nope. I sure don't. Not now anyway. I'm not sure why but I'm feeling happy and fulfilled with family and participating in both of my communities.
In the beginning of my widowhood, MANY MANY people asked about me dating. So totally too early to even think about. Now a few friends ask but no one is trying to set me up. (P.S. IF I ever want to date, or have help finding dates, I will let you know!)
Every widow progresses at her own rate. My Colorado buddy dated a few years after her mate died. She knew him from way back and she spent a great amount of time getting to know him. Not really as a potential mate, as he wasn't as willing to compromise on life as much as she felt she was, so he is now back to being a good friend. And occasional lover.
A good acquaintance (high school buddy) was widowed for maybe a year or two when she went online to date. She was totally unhappy living on her own ... in fact, had moved in with her brother-in-law and family. She is still working full time (which would keep me busier than I would want to be!) as she is ten years younger.
She met a special someone and they had email conversations and phone conversations and finally a date. Three weeks later she moved in with him. A few months later they married. A year later they are divorced. We chat via email but I'm waiting for her to bring up this topic. Not mine to pry.
I am just not interested. For physical needs, I bought a male order husband from Pure Romance. That's another blog ....