It all begins with a dating profile. About me: My name is Robin Lindstrom. I'm thirty-three years old, barely keeping it together, and only on this site because a year after my husband died, I got an email from him saying he's signed me up for online dating. Apparently, Gabe set this whole thing in motion before he passed to make sure I don't hibernate forever in our old Minnesota farmhouse. He knew me too well. "I don't like the thought of you being alone," he wrote. "If you won't do it for yourself, do it as a favor to me." So here I am on Bubbl, exchanging emojis with weird strangers and trying to fit into my old clothes. Must love: Horror movies, snacks, spreadsheets. Must tolerate my overeducated, underemployed brother, Theo, and "one more for the road" Margie, aka my mother. They think getting back out there is going to be good for me, which means I should probably delete this. Ideal match: It's been ten years since I've been on a date, so go easy on me. Don't ask to lick my feet or take me to comedy improv night at a bowling alley and force me to perform. (That actually happened.) Don't be a grown man who still plays bass at bars and falls in love with every woman he makes a Manhattan for. Yes, I'm talking about you, Levi - I know you're reading this. Just because you're Gabe's best friend and happen to be a serial monogamy expert doesn't mean you know anything about what I want. What do you hope for?: That maybe everyone is right. That I can emerge from my cocoon to rediscover all the messy, wonderful, horrible things in life: family wounds that need to heal, the best and worst of romance, and a second chance - at learning to love life again.