Oh, you thought plucking up the courage to talk to a crush was hard when you were an acne-ridden teen with intrusive parents and merciless siblings, huh?
Try doing it when you’re a middle-aged woman, with a failed marriage behind you, more debt than you’ve ever carried in your life, a demanding job, ageing parents, children who can sting you with a withering put down one minute, and crumble at the idea of sharing you with anyone the next, and a big territorial dog who’s taken up residence in your bed and goes stone deaf when asked to move.
Form an orderly queue on the dance floor all those interested in taking on all of this sexy sunshine!
Yes, that’s sarcasm.
In fact, I am lacking a little bit of confidence right now. Even if I thought I had anything remotely interesting or attractive to offer, I wouldn’t know how or where to start.
I remember a time when all I needed to know was is he straight and is there anyone else circling. These days I’m swimming in a far murkier pool.
Is he still married? Does his wife know they’re “separated”?
Is she crazy? Is he the kind of guy who accuses his ex of being crazy?