asamuel

... family, you come through them; they come through you. Only one person in your life who comes "for" you: your soulmate. Knockout punch, losing your soulmate, heavyweight prizefighters don't hit that hard. Haven't had my bell rung like that, since high school football. First thing that happens to a guy when his wife passes, into the great beyond, phone stops ringing. Everyone avoids you. Your in-laws aren't your family, anymore. Even your own family! People feel awkward around you. No one wants sad people around; perhaps risk saying something stupid; touching a nerve? You stop getting invitations. You wind up lost -- so gosh derned lost, God himself can't find you. Reaching out for someone, whomever it winds up being, she'll need to be someone with the patience of Jobe. Time's come to buck up, best foot forward, bring my A-game, break ground on a committed relationship, devoted to a like-minded woman -- cheerful, genuine, tender, sincere, affectionate, personable, trustworthy, kind, outspoken, happy, patient, affectionate (e.g., have I already said, "affectionate?") -- who knows what she likes, knows what she wants, knows a good thing (a very good thing) when she sees one, who has no compunction reaching beyond life's disenchantments, strikes while the iron's hot, takes what's hers. Blessings, well wishes to your and yours! A thousand thanks, my gratitude taking time, perusing my profile. Beers, to you! Like what you see? I am not a hard guy to find. Thus far, no takers. I am yours for the asking -- asj/.