I have come to the decision that there are not enough dark haired tall fair eyed men to go around. Sitting in my lounge yesterday listening to the picket fenced dreams of my thirty something friends I realised that woman of my generation have really been sold a rough deal where they are expected to rise to the top of their careers and effortlessly run a family keep a husband (keep being the operative word most the single males I know are a bit like stray dogs) and have the 2.5 children while throwing entertaining dinner parties wearing the 4 inch heels and driving the 4×4’s.

 

My friends all seem to go for the same style male (I will admit that they have fished the breeding pool dry and what we are currently looking at are the minnows who need a few more years or the knarled dog fish). The read about other woman who have what they want like fairytales promising them the happy after but at the same time they are realists.

 

I’m turning 37 at the end of the year (lets not discus it and no I’m not about to rush out and have my eggs frozen)  one of my friends is turning 39 a week before so she gives me the death stare when I mention it but she is down and is heading off to Vegas rather than spend christmas with her family dodging the questions of why she has not found a nice man yet.

 

I’ve got past the point of dating  - it bores me to tears. I can’t be bothered with internet sites, the whole pretence of emailing a bunch of halfwits everyday leaves me cold so its offical I’m hanging up my dating shoes and I’m just going to hang out with my friends.

 

PS if you have any 6 foot males free to a good home crate them up send them to mine and I will distribute them amongst the girls as early christmas presents