O gawd... the ballroom dance stuff was working so well I thought I'd branch out and try the local "cultured singles" group (not a meat market, more "single folks who go do events together" sort) and wound up talking to women 15+ years older than me tell their bitter divorce stories and thinking "oh crap, is this the rest of my life?"
LOW spot. I'm a catch, frankly, so I know I can find someone again, but... oof. After my W, my standards are going to be so exacting that I can't imagine anyone measuring up.
