With this in mind, I thought it might be a good idea to start actively looking for a partner before I get so set in my ways that change would be a total impossibility I’d always said that when I was ready, I would go on the Net. And so I did.

Ee by gum!  It’s just like looking at a catalogue of clothes isn’t? Except that instead of the latest frocks, you have head-and- shoulder pictures of the latest available men in your age group in your area. I was checking out match. Com personally, I know of a few couples who have met this way and are very happy. It seems to be a good way of cutting out all the time taken to slowly get to know someone’s likes and dislikes, Idiosyncrasies, religion and let’s face it, none of us are getting any younger. Time I was reading the third profile and thinking,’ yes!! He’s the one for me’ when I noticed that the hobbies and interest lists of these sweet gentleman were very, very long. My six foot, handsome Scottish fellow like to scuba dive, go hiking and mountain-climbing, motoring-cross cycling, and skiing, as well as visit the gym five or six time a week, When he’s not doing that he likes to read, enjoy cozy evenings in with a glass of wine, and if he is not doing anything sporty, he will even go shopping crikey, I thought. If I don’t email this fellow now he’ll have worn himself out by the end of the week. Such a man probably slipped into coma for eight hours when he finally got home, I pondered.

And let me tell nearly all the profiles were thus.

When it came to match .com asking me for my profile, I baulked at the idea can you imagine it? Single woman heading for 60, likes to dine out have friends over for dinner, go for coffee watch TV, read potter around the house sports include walking the dog trailing for hours around the shopping mail and a little swimming. I ask you how boring is that.

 Can’t have all and sundry knowing that I am a bit of a home bird can we now? So I quickly turned the computer off and turned the TV on.

Judith was quite right, I think I’ll transport myself into ecstasy again this week and go to that restaurant once more. Oh, yes! Yes! More pepper sauce and fried potatoes, please! Stone grilled steak, I love you!