There are worse things than diving back into the dating pool after almost 30 years of marriage. Being mauled by a Bengal tiger for instance, or watching your foot be devoured by a flesh-eating bacteria.
My first online date was with a Jewish doctor — well actually he was a chiropractor who dubbed himself "Doc 0965," but I was willing to let that slide for a few reasons: A.) He wasn't holding up a dead fish in his profile picture. B.) A nice Jewish chiropractor probably has no desire to cut me into pieces and bury me in his yard. C.) He suggested we meet at "a really nice restaurant on the water."
And just like that it was happening. I was dating again.
