My Dare to the Universe

The mere idea of dipping my feet into the dating scene, no matter how lonely I am at any given point, invokes in me a huge HELL NO!  The quantity of nightmare stories I’ve heard from the widowed community about the quality of people in that scene, both male and female and what they’re looking for…no, please. There is, I hear, that 1% chance of meeting someone, that wonderful someone who brings beauty to a lonely life, but that's not enough to entice me into the quagmire. I'm still in love with Chuck, for one thing, even as my heart is open. That might sound like a contradiction to you...widowhood is filled with contradictions…but I believe that the heart expands to Love, and I can fall in love again, with the perfect man. Having said that, the perfect man would have to materialize in front of me, with immediate recognition in both of our hearts that…THIS.

It saddens me that there are many in the widowed community who feel that their widow experience has left them broken, and finding a person to accept their broken-ness seems impossible.

I don't see myself as broken or damaged at all. On the contrary, my experience shows that I'm good at Love, good at healthy relationships. I feel life intensely, I’m brought to tears by all that is real in life.  Reunions, watching people fall in love, commercials, the certain blue of sky out my moon roof, stars lighting up the Universe at night…tears are never far away.  I live on a higher adrenaline level than I did prior to Chuck’s death, coming from the realization that life really can, and does, change on a fucking dime.

No, I won’t join a dating site.  But All Hollows Eve is coming upon us, at the end of this month and these words are what I will write out on paper for that evening, and I’ll put that paper in a lovely bowl, add bright yellow and orange marigold and chrysanthemum petals, an essential oil…maybe “future”, burn the mix and let the ash ascend into the night skies, chanting a spell all the while.  I’m creating a witch hat for the occasion, black but with pink tulle and flowers strewn over it.

This is what I’ll write to the Universe that night…

…I'm a widow of 5 years and 6 months. I live full-time on the road, towing a trailer, and I've done this since my husband's death. The car is pink. My trailer trim is in the same shade of pink. The shade was customized for me, in my husband’s memory, giving me courage to return to the road solo, following his death.  I wear a LOT of pink. Not a wussy, Barbie pink, but a Fucking Warrior Goddess pink.

I'm a recovered alcoholic of 30+ years and I'm comfortable around alcohol but have no tolerance for drunken behavior. I believe in being present and conscious about life and you can't do that if you're drunk and stupid. If you have a prison record, if you’re doing drugs of any kind, don’t bother contacting me. Bless your heart and all that and no judgement but I will not deal with that shit and the emotional fallout that comes with it.

I believe in romance and Love stories, because I had both in my marriage. Which makes me a romantic but not a fool.                                                                                                                                                               

I'm 60 years old and my hair is naturally bland dark blonde but I color it regularly in whatever shade strikes my fancy.  Also, 60 is a lot younger than it seemed to me when I was much younger. 

God, I need to lose a few pounds so if you're someone who exercises, maybe you'll inspire me to get back to it. I'm a sporadic exerciser at best.  But no gym rats, please.  A healthy balance is good.

What gives me sex appeal is not because I wear skimpy dresses and heels high enough to turn my ankle and a fully made up face but my strength and determination.  My blue eyes show my heart. I know how to love.

I know that Love is an action word.  Words are easy. I love the words, but Love must be shown, too. I do both and I expect the same of any man in my life. Tenderness and passion. If you’re the right man, you’ll get it.

My financial stability comes from temporary jobs. I've already done the 9-5 thing and temp jobs allow me to stay on the road. So, I'm not rich by any means. I can pay my bills but can't afford to eat out very often.  I’m uncertain how finances play out in the dating scene, or even in a relationship at this later part of my life, but I’m sure it could be figured out.

I'm unique because I'm a kick ass woman. Not aggressive, but assertive as needed. I'm kick ass because I make the decision every day to suit up and show up and show Love, when I'd just as soon stay under the covers.

Here's how strongly I can love, and what a determined woman I am: I went with my husband as he was cremated, and I'm the one who pressed the switch to open the crematorium doors to admit his body. I did this as a final act of love and service to him.

My taste in music: bagpipes, tribal drumming, country western, 50's rock and roll, whatever suits my mood. No rap, no heavy metal~

My beloved husband was a passionate man, an educated man, an AF veteran, well-traveled, and he loved me with everything he had. I loved him the same way. I'll accept nothing less from any other man.

I want a man who is masculine but not macho. I hope you know the difference. I want a man who is romantic but not a weenie. I want a man who shows emotions but doesn't weep all over the place. I know; it's confusing. But there you go. Think McGarrett on the new Hawaii 5-0. Or Chin Ho. Yes, they're fictional characters but the same could almost be said of my husband, because of how he was the perfect mix of all that I adore. Yes, I have very high standards. Bless your heart if that intimidates you.

In "Practical Magic", Sally creates a wish for a man who doesn't exist, and sends that wish into the Universe. I'd love to believe that a real man, who is strong and confident in himself, actually exists, but I kind of also believe that my beloved was the last of his kind. You may or may not be man enough to prove that premise wrong.

I'm not at all interested in showmanship. I've got a good b.s. meter. I've heard from many of my women friends who date that the minute they exchange phone numbers with a guy, they almost immediately begin receiving dick pics texted to them. Believe me, such pictures DON'T impress me in the least. Show me something real, instead. Show me who YOU are. Use some imagination, for god's sake. Jesus.

Because I'm a determined and strong woman, which I've always been, and more so since my husband's death, I accept no less than an equal partner.

If you're a widower, please be assured that I am not threatened by your dead wife, any more than I expect you to be threatened by my dead husband. A heart that has known real Love only expands with more Love. I will always talk about my beloved husband, even as I love you deeply, and I fully anticipate that you will speak of your dead wife. If you have her cremains in an urn and you carry them with you, cool.  You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. We’ll create a beautiful altar for them both, wherever we are, and each All Hallows Eve, we’ll invoke their names as the veil between their world and ours, thins.

If you haven't been widowed, you need to be strong and confident enough in yourself to know that I'm the woman I am because I was shaped by many beautiful years with my husband. He will always be a part of me and my life and who I am. And because I loved him so passionately, WAS in Love with him, still am, honestly, that means I can love you just as strongly. Yes, it's possible to be in love with two men at once.

*Wimps and fakes need not apply*

I send this out to the Universe from a heart that has been broken and shredded from grief but a heart that believes in the power of Love, but also, with no belief that such a man exists in this realm. So, it’s, you know, a safe cast.

Here you go, Universe, I dare you.

In fact, I double dare you.


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  • Suzanne Hanna
    commented 2018-10-15 05:21:02 -0700
    BRAVO, EMPRESS!!! 😁💜
  • Don Yacona
    commented 2018-10-04 11:21:06 -0700
    That was epic! I’m 3 years and 3 months out, I have ZERO desire to go on one of those dumb sites for the same reasons you listed, too many horror stories. I will not hunt, and I will not chase. It took Arlene three years of knowing me before she made her move, so I think I’m probably an aquiered taste. I would have to be ambushed by someone before I use the “D” word. Plus anyone who got involved with me would need to know that there is a pecking order and that her memory will always come first. And if she passes that vetting, she’d have to be prepared for all the bad crap that seems to follow me. And if she gets thru THAT, I would need to see clearance from a mental health professional because anyone who wants to get involved with me after hearing all that would have to be a bit on the crazy side.
  • Linda Tevebaugh Keeling
    commented 2018-10-04 07:37:30 -0700
    Great post!!!
    You hit it on the nail!

    I’d rather be alone than all the drama!
  • Rhonda Gilman
    commented 2018-10-03 14:10:34 -0700
    I agree! Add to the challenge of dating now is, I have never dated. My husband was my first and only for dating, loving, etc. We met when I was 14 and he was 16. 40 years later and waking up to sudden loss has been devastating. We are each others everything. What I know though, I have a lot to offer someone and love to have an equal companion for intellectual conversations, travel, romance and simply watching TV. I would love to experience going on an adult date. Where to start with this concept?