She wants the same highly desirable men that practically all women want, and even if those men are willing to settle down (why should they in this day and age?), it won't be with a woman who can pass as a biker moll.

The hidden hazard for Chads: Ask them about the craziest bitch who ever came after them.

The one who threw a brick through their window. The one who spray-painted an insult (plus their signature) across the garage door. The one who keyed their car. The one who put his photograph in a little shoebox with a bloody severed chicken head while reciting incantations out of a book with a pentagram on the front. The one who lived in a tent on his front lawn for 11 days and tried to burn his house down.

See, that is one of the benefits of being a boring-looking schlub: Women don't obsess over men like me. I've never had a stalker. I dunno, maybe one of you had, but for me- nah, it never happened. I count my blessings where I can.

A phrase I once heard that has proven useful many times: Life is for the living. Not denying that loss of someone once close makes for a major gut punch. But, it's imperative that you find your way to an acceptance of this harsh reality, that doesn't allow it to take away from the life you have in the present and stretching far ahead. Humans have evolved rituals and mechanisms around such universal events, that help facilitate processing and closure for those close to the departed. Funerals, prayers, memorials come to mind. Trying to simply quash and bury the emotions provoked only postpones and multiplies the pain. Find ways to face and work through it, with a goal of coming out the other side with acceptance, not hindered and burdened indefinitely.