(This took place a year or so after my first story posted here:
[My first gone wild story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/brh013/neighbors_help_my_shy_wife_with_her_first_oral/))
It was the 1990s and one year since I had lost my wife to cancer. Life sucked and I was still reeling from the loss. Yahoo was just barely a thing and one of my friends suggested I try using it to meet people online. It worked for him. At the time he was dating a woman who he’d later marry.
A few nights later I was sitting in my house, alone, and thought “I can sit here, pathetically in the dark, or I can try to have a life.” So I fired up the PC, found the yahoo groups and signed up for an account. I don’t remember what the yahoo dating site was called, this was 20 years ago! But I created a profile, tried to be honest and not look desperate, then hit the Enter. Immediately I started to feel guilty and regretted doing this. I turned off the computer and tried to sleep.