As I continue this journey through widowhood, I get a ton of questions and comments about dating and putting myself out there. I’ve tossed and turned about whether I wanted to share my experiences with it, and have decided that if something is worth noting, I’ll document it.
As I’ve read some memoirs written by other widows, who are much older than me (yet considered young widows), I think it’s in my civic duty to shed some light on dating in my late 20s while being widowed. Many of the men around my age have not been married or may not have even had a long term relationship yet. So sitting at a bar while chatting away, when the topic of past relationships pops up it’s like a nuclear holocaust when I mention I’m widowed. Most often it doesn’t lead to a second date. Which I’m okay with. Because at some point, when I’m sitting with someone I realize that I like having someone occupy my time more than the thought of actually holding their hand. That’s the devastating reality of being widowed while under the age of 30.
I’ve had some good first dates and bad so far, and I’m sure I’ll have more. This is my new page about dating when I’m unwillingly single.