Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Widows Reveal: Why I HATE to DATE

Yesterday's entry was quotes by widows who love to date. Today, we spiral down to the reasons widows HATE to DATE.  As before, my two cents will be in red.

                      Widows Reveal: Why I HATE to DATE

"How could I get naked in front of someone new? Have you seen my thighs?
  _Diane, Grand Rapids, Michigan Yes, Diane...keep 'em covered!

"I just want a friend to go dancing with.  No sex.  No man will go for that."
_ Shelly, Boston, Massachusetts  The invention of Viagra killed that...

" I could never wash another man's socks." How about his underwear?
 _Barbara, Washington D.C.

"What will my kids say?"  I want a new Daddy?
_Judy, Long Island, New York 

"I'm afraid he'll get sick and I'd be stuck taking care of him. I'll never be a nurse again!" 
_Pamela, Denver Colorado

"I still think of myself as married." 
_Caroline, Bethesda, Maryland

"F R E E D O M!" Oh, my...that was a happy marriage...
_"Debbie, Parsippany, New Jersey

"I couldn't go through losing another love."
_"Gerry, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

"I see my friends' husbands.  I don't want one of those."
_Carol Klein, Washington, D.C.

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Monday, January 24, 2011

Widows Reveal: The BEST Part of Dating

 I thought I'd start out with the positive today, and tomorrow post widows response to reasons NOT to date.  Just so you know, eleven women gave it a thumbs up and nine said, "No way." 

 In some cases, I couldn't resist commenting.  My two cents is indicated in RED Hey, I get comments here all the time, right?  

Widows Reveal: The BEST Part of Dating:

"I'm part of the couples club again."
    _Lisa, Boca Raton, Florida

"A free dinner is a free dinner."  Bitch!
   "Teri, Fort Lee, New Jersey

"My friends don't give me that 'poor Sarah' look anymore." 
      _Sarah, San Francisco, California

"Holding hands" 
        _Missy, Sugar Land, Texas 
Sweet - must be because she's from SUGAR Land.

"It makes me happy to make someone smile." 
  _Sherry, Roslyn, New York
Yuk! More sweetness...I'm at risk here to get diabetes. 

"Sex - Sex - Sex!"  Slut - Slut - Slut
   _Marilyn, Minneapolis, Minnesota

"He fixes things and I don't have to wait for my son to come by." 
  _Cheryl, Nashville, Tennessee
  Doesn't she know a handyman?  
  Doesn't she own a hammer?  
  Her son might visit more often if she didn't put him to work.
"Someone to talk about my day with."
   _Stephanie, San Diego, California

"Being held.  I miss being in a man's arms."
 _Wendy, Studio City, California

"It's hard to be that woman alone entering a room full of people."
  _Josephine, Huntington, New York

"Some of them tell me I'm pretty."    
    _Teresa, Melville, New York  
Wait, I think I know Teresa.  She's not that pretty.                                                                                    
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Monday, January 17, 2011

Poor Widow Me in a Nutshell

After dating for four years, we finally got married at the ripe old age of 22.  My son, Doug, now a bachelor at 30, teased my husband since he was little,

"Dad, you got wrapped up early" he'd say.

It felt so natural for us.  I remember being beside myself with excitement when the year turned to 1972. 

"This is the year we'll be husband and wife!" I'd gush often and loud.

Jimmy would respond with something sweet like, 

"What did you say?  I wasn't listening." 

He was excited.  He just had a different way of showing it.  You see, men in touch with their sensitive side hadn't been invented yet. 

Poor Jimmy went from his Mom to me without a break.  In her corner, was homemade meatballs and lasagna and in mine, cold cereal.  The Cornflakes came with a side of sex, though.  Perhaps, that was the tipping point...

Before I could say old married couple, April 2006 rolled around and Jimmy got sick and died leaving me to figure out how to live with out him.  Somehow, I weathered through and I did.  Within three years my 'new normal' felt somewhat normal. 

Now, almost five years later and a one year long, relationship behind me I am testing the dating waters again.  I keep wondering if a kiss with a new guy can replicate how I felt when I kissed Jimmy.  Some say that at my stage of the game, the only way to that whirly, wonderful, spinning place is to down four large glasses of Cabernet. 

I don't believe that, although I'm certainly not going to give up drinking, just in case.  

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