I found myself divorced, at fifty-five years old, after thirty-six years of marriage, and was invited to check out the Single's Ward at church. Not knowing anyone, I just kind of ventured through the motions and introductions before the sacrament meeting. I met some friendly people then I worked my way to the back pew and took a seat. A few minutes later, a beautiful younger woman snuck in and sat down next to me. I guess...