To be in Love again...

It's been far too long for me to be able to say 'I'm in love'. My husband has been gone now for 10 years, and since then, I can say that I've fallen for only one man, who turned out to only be

interested in one thing from me. I've dated guys, like never! Don't get me wrong, I have tried to lower my standards (wow does that sound arrogant or what?) and dated a few guys that I wasn't completely attracted to physically, but thought I could possibly grow to love them. Didn't work so much! Now I live in a small town, with the nearest gay bar an hour away, and can't fathom finding love around here. Not happening. We know what happens to gay boys in this neck of the woods. I often wonder if I've already had my chance at love... my dead husband, and I'm gonna be that lonely, tag along, third-wheel kind of friend with cats and a lot of house plants. I'm content with that, if that's what is to be. But to have that special person to come home to... I miss that! I had a temporary brain malfunction last night, when I seriously came up with a reason and a way that I should have a child! What the...? I think not, but I guess I thought that taking care of my own flesh and blood would be the perfect thing to fill that void in my life. Craziness, I say!

(cum on now... we all know the truth about these two!!!)