DH died just over 2 years ago and was seriously ill for about a year before that.
Before he was ill we had been married a really long time. Sex, when we had it, was very good, but it wasn't that frequent, I'd have liked more but it didn't colour my life the way it does now.
My goodness, I'm thinking about it all the time. I'm sizing up the possibilites with every man I meet, from a new collleague to, the postman, to people on the train, aquaintances from way back, to anyone and everyone I meet at a social event.
I'm middle aged and not especially attractive, none of these men are very interested and if they were I daresay I'm giving off terrifying vibes.
What the hell am I supposed to do about it?