I still find myself lucky. Nine years ago, I had two broken ankles. My daughter moved me from Texas to California. During the day she set me in front of a computer and enrolled me in a personals website. I started talking to a guy, then we had the phone calls, and finally I broke down and went on a "date". And the rest was like a 4 month whirl wind. I had past relationships that weren't very happy ones, so I had set up walls, and I believed that Love wouldn't get in, I was tired of being hurt. By our third date, this man, kept saying he loved me (for all the right reasons) by the fifth date he asked me to marry him. We married one week later, then I transplanted him back to Texas. He hated it, but he persevered and we had our ups and downs, and I actually learned to love (for all the right reasons). He was my best friend, my confidant and my teacher for 81/2 years. I lost him 3 months ago. I don't know what I want to find, everything is still to raw right now. But don't give up hope there is Love out there, even if you don't want to find it.