Boy do I need this thread right now. I'm feeling the same and thinking "well, I had my shot and I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life." Or I think "nobody's perfect, why weren't you more tolerant?" Then I think about all the rotten things R did, and I scratch that one. But at 44, the pickings are a lot slimmer than they were at 24. It seems like the "good ones" are married, and there's a reason why there are some on the shelf. It's these doggone Holidays bringing me down, I just know it!