Of course if I had a man in my life this adventure wouldn’t be happening - for two reasons: 1. he'd rather stay home and watch the rugby; 2. he'd need me there to open the beers. But here I am... 58 and single. I would adore being in a relationship but that hasn’t happened and so I must venture forth to new deserts. Most of my friends are couples and I do find that hard sometimes. They constantly insist they envy me (the heterosexual ones anyway) but I don’t believe them. If they are so desperate to share their beds with a hot water bottle and a copy of “One Hundred Years of Solitude” there are lawyers.
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