The idea of bringing a "man" into my house used to scare me.
Not in the "I'm afraid of him" way but in the "this is where my husband died and how dare I disrespect him by bringing a man into the house where we made it a home together, came back from our honeymoon together, and where he died" way.
Now that I have Wyoming, I actually am not as scared. I started dating and finding "distractions" about 6 months ago and, like I said before, Wyoming is not just a "distraction" anymore. He is the first man that I would actually consider allowing into my home.
I am not so scared of bringing a man into my house anymore.