My mother has been a widow for about 4.5 years. She's in her seventies, but doesn't look it. She's been doing volunteer work at a local hospital, in the gift shop.
And yesterday, she went on a date with another volunteer, a gentleman named "Leonard". They hung around the mall and ate ice cream and talked. And she says she had a marvelous time and they had a lot to talk about, and he begged her for another date, so she accepted.
And, of course, he's Jewish. And he's from Brooklyn. And so they have tons in common. And Mom says he's cute, and my mother likes cute men. Which is where I got it.
She missed male company, I think. I also think it's wonderful, where ever it leads. And they're being nice and old-fashioned about it, too.
I mean, how cute can you get?