Front Porch Talk

This evening I went over and helped my neighbour rake her lawn. Her husband died 11 months before Bryon. Afterwards we sat on her front stoop and had a bit of "girl" time. The conversation came around to would we ever think about "dating" or getting married again. We both agreed that we missed the male companionship, someone to go out to dinner with or just sit and talk with. She said she didn't miss having to cook dinners etc, something that I do miss. At this stage in my life I don't see me getting involved with another man. My reasoning is that in all probability they would die before me. I know, I am being vain. However, statistically speaking women do outlive men. So why would I put myself into a situation of perhaps falling in love again knowing that in all probability I would have to face the death of someone I cared about. My children seem to think that I would be happier if I did find someone to share my life with, perhaps they are right. But at this stage I am not ready nor am I looking for anyone. That's not to discount that if someone did come around that I would slam the door on them. I am just not ready yet, maybe I never will be.