Dating after divorce can be a wonderful new beginning, but everyone approaches it differently. Below is a list I came up with to describe various divorced gals dating styles I've observed over the years.

Ladies, you will find that you may fit in to more than one category. Some of you will even transition back and forth between categories at any given time. Let me know if I've missed any. Gentlemen, which of these gals have you dated?

Hopefully this will help you understand better who might be sitting across from you the next time, too.

Damaged Daters You don't trust anyone anymore with your heart. You've been burned. You are not so quick to jump back into another relationship, but you go anyway because you think you are supposed to at least try. Your cynical vibes smell defensive and stink up the room. Wear extra perfume.

I Don't Care Daters You are not interested. You're energy is focused elsewhere. You need time to to find out who you are. You go just because someone's very nice but you really don't care, but you don't let him know you don't care. He doesn't pick up you don't care so he calls you again and you go again..even though you don't care.

I Just Want To Sleep With You and Not Really Talk to You Daters Your hormones are swinging and you're going to try and act the way you think some men act, and just use someone for sex. You want this person to treat you like they care about you, even though you don't really care about them. You are loving the fact that you never expect a call, and call them when they least expect it. Woo Hoo!
Sneaky Daters -You don't really want anyone to know who you are dating or where you are going. You go out of your way to find "out of the way" meeting locations and rely heavily on GPS. You are shady with family and friends who suspect you are 'seeing someone" but have no idea who. This can go on for years.

Yesterday in NYC I was walking briskly along with a businessgal buddy when the oddest thing happened. I hooked a man — literally.

I was carrying a suit bag filled filled with clothes on hangers over my left arm as we yapped our way down the street.

An older gentleman and his wife were walking past us in the opposite direction. They obviously passed too close and somehow my hangars hooked on the husband, and yanked me backwards after him.

I was trying to unhook myself from him but his wife thought I was intentionally molesting him and was pulling him away from me yelling, "He's mine!"

She obviously didn't see the hanger.

Strangely, the same thing had happened just three minutes before with a construction guy as I was crossing the street. That one almost cost me a two by four to the head.

So here's what I discovered: You can literally hook a man on the street.

Now I just have to work on my aim.

First Wives World will turn on the cameras Tuesday for the Women of New York who want to send heartfelt sentiments to the former First Lady of New York. Passthe word on!

Ladies,I have never seen or felt such an outpouring of pain for another womanand her children with no place to put it. Not a person in the countryhasn't heard the sordid details of the story that forced New York'sGovernor Elliot Spitzer to resign and has now forced his wife Silda andthree young daughters to have to deal with the ramifications of hisactions and the extraordinary pain that goes along with it.

Manywomen have found themselves the unsuspecting victim of their spouse'sbad decisions, and have felt similar shock, hurt, and anger—butrarely does such a personal matter make such public headlines.

OnThursday morning, a brilliant businesswoman/girlfriend of mine who wasrunning in Central Park called me from her cell and left me a messagesaying she was thinking about Silda and felt so bad for her andthat she thought other women did too, and she felt women needed to DOsomething to express themselves to this woman, and that I was the onlyperson who she thought could figure out how to DO something. Shesparked me. I have a platform and I need to do positive things with it.

Think Valentine's Day is going to be a big drag? Think again. There are a few advantages...!

#1 You won't have to hide behind a planter at the hotel check in.

#2 You don't have to shave anything.

#3 It won't matter whether or not your cell phone has reception.

#4 All the chocolate is yours.

#5 You don't have to kill yourself looking for a bud vase.

#6 Nobody has time for a manicure/pedicure during the middle of the week anyway.

#7 You can buy your own flowers in the morning and get it over with.

#8 You can spare yourself a brain tumor trying to find a babysitter.

#9 You can call up all your old boyfriends "legally".

#10 No one is going to ask you to model a G-String.

Love,

Debbie Nigro, First Wives World's Chief Executive Girlfriend

No more false alarms!

Stacey, the producer from "The Montel Williams Show" got in touch to say the segment called "Getting Your Sexy Back" — featuring some of our own First Wives World gals and me will finally air today.

Best!

Your Chief Executive Girlfriend
Debbie Nigro

For reasons I will not elaborate on right now, I have been seeing someone that I don't/haven't/probably won't ever bring anywhere.

He's doesn't fit into my everyday world but he does fit in my "get me off this ride for a little while" world. He makes me smile, forces me to slow down, and forces my brain to stop churning a million thoughts.

Yesterday, I received an email from someone asking for my address to send me a special invitation. They also asked if I had a "partner". Nope. It'll be just me. Hmmm ... I stopped to reflect — how many more events will I attend alone? Guess it's time to start looking for someone I actually might take along next time.

Start Making Your List and Checking It Off...

I will allow myself to grieve for a few minutes each day then slap myself present.

I will place a select number of whining phone calls to the friends willing to listen... talk for one minute then spare them.

I will remove all items that remind me of him /her from everyday view - and permanently destroy them if necessary without scaring the neighbors.

I will maximize the opportunity to utilize whatever this chemical is that is killing my appetite.

I will not wallow and listen to songs that remind me of when we were a team- I will find and play new music and sing in the car.

I will not sting my brain with fantasies of he/she having wild romance with another faceless person with a great body - this is hard but I will really try.

I will remind myself how fabulous I am - their loss.

I will do things that make me happy no matter how ridiculous - try not to land in the newspaper on this one.

I will move into the center of the bed and buy new pillows.

I will create a new tradition starting today - make this one up.

Once a week I will risk going someplace alone that I never would have before - even if I feel fat.

I will force myself forward.

I will explore new things, try a new sport, and join a new class.

I will enjoy the warmth of friends and family who love me.

I will improve my health and do some kind of exercise every day.

I will change my hair color, try a new hair do, and wear a new style… Why not?

I will distract myself any which way possible - even if it costs too much.

I will rent movies I have always meant to see.

I will book a trip or take a drive to somewhere I always meant to go.

I will finally have company at my home.

I will create my own theme song...OK Just joking here wanted to make sure you're still paying attention.

My "date" was waiting for me in the coffee area of the bookstore as I returned from the ladies room.

A girl chased after me and was yelling that I had toilet paper stuck to my heel but I didn't hear her until everyone else did.

How romantic. He had coffee waiting for me and there were some odd books scattered on the table, one of which was a small cute book called "The Book Of Questions: Love & Sex" by Gregory Stock. I flipped through and found pages numbered with individual questions.

Page 91 stopped me in my tracks. It's the question I am having big trouble answering these days.

"In selecting a life partner — do you think it is more important to follow your heart or your head?"

I can't tell you how many people reacted to this question and passed it on and on and on...and now I am passing it on to you to answer for yourself and pass on.

I am curious about what you think: dnigro@firstwivesworld.com

PS The question right after that one was — "Would you ever let yourself fall in love with someone who wasn't at all like the image of the person you would hope to find?"

PPS When I got up from the table, my coat and bag were too heavy and the chair crashed down from under me onto the floor with a loud bang. How romantic.

Living without a man in the house poses challenges for me when it comes to electronic stuff. Example, I got home from the Pre-Press Cocktail Party for the International Consumer Electronics Show and the TV in my bedroom was all "fuzz".

Why? I don't know. That's my point. I'm sure it was just some wire. I'm in the middle of a "decorator intervention, men with hammers who must have unplugged something when they moved the TV.

Who the heck was I going to call at 1:30 a.m. for help? OK, so I didn't go right home after the consumer electronics party.

My idea of a workable consumer electronic is my blowdryer. Oh yeah and I'm a wiz at the new iPhone which I work faster than a bookie. Beyond those however, I'm in trouble.

I can't watch a DVD unless my daughter's boyfriend is visiting, can't figure out why I'm not online unless I call one of the guys who works in my building and have three remotes that I treat like Hope Diamonds, as I live in fear of pressing the wrong button.

At the consumer electronics press party, I just glanced over shoulders at yet more cool stuff I'm not mature enough to own as long as I'm living without a man. Don't you think there should be a 24-hour consumer electronics help hotline for divorced women?

Better yet, why not a couple of 24-hour electronically gifted single, good-looking men? After all, aren't there millions of divorced guys out there with free time on their hands because no one's asking them to help with wires any more?

I think I might be onto something here. Matchmaking based on a woman's electronic needs instead of her emotional needs. Could be a hit.

I attended a lovely fall wedding outside overlooking the boats on Friday evening.

The beautiful bride and her charming new husband wrote their own very loving personal vows to each other and their words carried clearly over the microphone through the breeze and into the hearts of all the guests.

I looked around and saw tears well up in everyone's eyes. The tears, I knew, meant something different for each person there.

I saw a young, single girl touched by the emotions of a love that she hoped would someday come her way.

I saw a long married husband put his arm gently around his wife's shoulder.

I watched a widow stiffen.

I noticed a couple whose love had long cooled.

I felt the emotions of those who were divorced...floating memories of their own wedding days and broken dreams.

I heard the words "faith," "hope" and "love" and that famous wedding word
"commitment."

I wish for them a "happily ever after."