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... a lot happens to a guy when his wife dies.

First thing that happens, 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? They need to forget you, go back to their lives, realizing their consumerist goals. You stop getting invitations. Lost, cast adrift, you wind up so alone, God himself can't find you.

No more excuses, best foot forward, time to buck up, pick my heart up off the floor, piece it back together, polish up 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.

Reaching out for someone, whomever it winds up being, she'll need to be someone with the patience of Jobe.

I long to be desired, cherished, treasured, embellished appreciated! I long for someone in my life who's crazy about me, someone who can't keep her hands off me! Now, and for the hereafter, I long for someone in my life, who aches, burn for me! I am so worthy! I am so deserving of that!

Aren't you?