I think you should date.
You know more about your relationship with your wife than anyone else. You know that you weren’t on best of terms when she started dying, but your honored the bond that you had and stayed loyal until she died. You’ve been living your life for other people for a while. Live it for yourself now.
That’s because they are already acting like they are married, not because they are dating.
Who? Me? Us? Yeah, cold shoulder I can see, but she hasn’t yet thrown me out of the room for clearing my throat.
It’s official, “but nothing’s written in stone,” which I think means she’ll date him, again, until he pisses her off, again. Or it could mean anything. I give up. I’m not going to waste my life mooning over a woman who doesn’t want me. Shit, I spent a lot of my marriage doing that. 
I really need to broaden my group of acquaintances.
Yikes, was that a game? Nobody needs that.
You need to stop trying to shit where you eat.
It’s the only place I go besides home and, sometimes, church. And Walmart. :eek:
And my doctors. :eek: :eek: I was saved from embarassing myself too much because one, though quirky hot and freshly divorced from a Trump clone, is too young. I take the Rule of Seven seriously.
If it makes you feel any better, a work friend told me this afternoon that someone he met on Twitter a few days ago and exchanged, ummm, suggestive photos with had to cancel their date this past weekend on short notice. The reason? Her husband killed himself last week and she had to go pick up his ashes during the time they planned for a date. She did not mention any of that until pressed. Sometimes you are better off just skipping the batshit insane ones.
But The Crazy is just so damned hot! There’s a reason why some men (me) need to be told repeatedly where to not put it.
Been there. Did that one. Of course, I was the crazy one half the time.
As someone with personal experience of losing a spouse I think these two posts sum up the best advice.
In my case, about a year after my wife died I wanted companionship. I wasn’t wanting to ‘date’ and God help me, I knew I never wanted to get married again. My social life consisted of drinking beer with other umpire buddies of mine. I didn’t want to date; but I wanted a female to go see a movie with. We just had our 11th wedding anniversary this past Saturday (Aug 19th).
So, to sum up what I get from Tee and FairyChatMom: Take your time. Don’t go into it looking for the final result; just spend some time together to see if you really enjoy each others company. Good Luck
My grandpa wound up never actually marrying again, even though he had a girlfriend who we basically still consider part of the family after his passing.
My uncle, on the other hand, has went through several wives afterwards.
So that does seem to be the best way.
Which one? Never remarrying or serial remarrying?
Plan B and I are working together now, and she’s fond of blouses with a bit of cleavage that becomes a lot of cleavage when I lean over her wall and talk with her. Maybe she’s not too old to be cured of her mild racism… 
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?p=20457154&posted=1#post20457154
Good God! I don’t know how to replace her. 
This is love, admiration, and respect. Nice boobs are fun, but they are not what a relationship, no matter how shallow, is built on.
You can’t replace that decades-long relationship and fill every empty space. But you can spend time with people who are different but in many ways to your liking. That might not be today. Maybe that’s for later.