10th June 2026
Photo – a celebratory couple share a drink
I am, on the whole, a happy single. I enjoy my own company. I have a bright pink bathroom. Houseplants. Two cats – the whole single middle-aged woman down pat.
Yet, lately, I am feeling alone at sea, my sensible single companion, sharing a boat with me in a ocean of madness has jumped overboard onto the raft belonging to a perfectly respectable young man. She is fully sunk – but I am adrift.
This was the person with whom I joked we would share a retirement flat.
I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! Straight-mouth face.
Today I received an email from a past love- a past disaster – immediately blocked and deleted. But it reminded me of what it is to be close to someone in that way.
So what did I do, dear reader? I googled ‘ways to meet a man’ and Whatsapped myself the suggestions.
And later that night, around midnight, I checked back on the list to find that, instead of sending the list to myself, I had instead sent this list to the school mum’s ‘Winter Night Out’ group chat.
Shame!
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