Holy.

Shit.

I (41M) think about the second or third day after my wife (42F) died, it was like I woke up and a switch had been flipped, and there was now a voice whispering in my ear all goddamn day, "you should start fucking a lot." Ok so we've got guilt, grief, the center of my world is gone, I can't stop crying, and NOW, on top of ALL of that, I'm hornier than I've ever been since I was 13 years old. Cool. Cool cool cool.

I've read about widow's fire online, I guess I just wanted to hear from some of you all what your own experience has been. I don't have any moral misgivings at this point (the vow is "'til death do us part") but I know that I'm not capable of dating, and it would be a disservice to any potential partner to pretend otherwise. I've been considering paying for it, which I'm not at all proud of, but my god. I've never wanted to feel, touch, smell, taste a woman more in my life.