I wasn't even divorced. I'd been living with my brother for about three weeks before I dated one guy. The next week, I had a one night stand. About three or four months after leaving my X, after I moved from Dallas to Ruidoso, NM, I acquired a temporary boyfriend. When that didn't work out, I had little string of flirtations and indiscretions. That ended, last spring, when I met the guy who's in jail, now. I decided I should give up on dating, when he went to jail. I haven't been with anyone for seven months, now. I know I've finally resolved some of my issues with my past, but I have a long way to go until I can function in a loving relationship. You just can't tell. Lonliness penetrates so deep, sometimes. I try to compensate for that by socialising more, but I never let things go very far. I respect that I jumped into dating way too soon, and wound up covered in bruises, all alone, in Washington, with a criminal record and crying in a parking lot, staring at all my worldly belongings crammed into a banged-up '91 Honda Accord. Give it a little time, maybe a year or more. Don't let loneliness wear you down or cloud your judgement.