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Are you looking for a serious relationship, friendship or date? Age Send wendy a FREE private message: Instant Flirting Are you looking for a partner to flirt or have contact with? Contact at any moment Are you at home behind your computer, on the couch with your tablet of in the bus with your mobile phone? But going to parties alone, spending Christmas Day literally alone in my flat, twice, and worst of all, going to bed alone at night were not easy.
Over the next five years in between singles holidays and solitary Christmases I went from one cliche - the Office Christmas Party Romance With The Boss which lasted a year - to another, a three year dalliance with a man so afraid of commitment he would not buy cinema tickets in case he turned out not to like the film. As I approached 40 instead of feeling panicked I began to feel a new confidence.
No, I was not quite ready for spinsterhood yet. I clearly had a dodgy relationship radar, so maybe I needed to look in a different way. Perhaps technology could help. I knew the prejudices about online dating: But I had a friend, who had met his partner on line. He was genuine, he was kind, he was solvent, he was even handsome. My logic said that if he was out there, there might be more like him. I just had to look. Over the next year I went on dates with about 10 different men, most of them one-offs.
None, contrary to the myth, were married. They varied between chronic shyness and laughable arrogance. One walked off leaving me at a restaurant table because I would not drink.
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One sent me a nasty email after I abandoned the date because he was running so late. Only two fell into the category of 'A Bit Scary' — the first telling me how he nursed his mother to her death as we walked along a very dark street and the second who was furious that my long hair had been cut into a bob since my profile photo had been taken. He accused me of being two different people.
There was one Possible - a media lawyer, who was funny and clever. We went on a few dates, which I really enjoyed, but it became clear that he was still recovering from a very painful divorce. Then there was Porsche Man, who I only spoke to on the phone. On his profile he sounded OK and his picture looked nice, but as we tried to arrange a time to meet up, he mentioned, at least twice, that he owned a Porsche and seemed upset that I was not more impressed. It became clear that he was about to tell me I should count myself lucky, before I made my excuses….
However, that same November evening I received a call from another man whose profile I had picked out one night as I sat in bed with tonsillitis, feeling feverish, seriously unattractive and impatient.
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I could not be bothered chatting by email and simply sent my phone number saying, "If you are interested, call me. By then I had learned what to look for when checking a prospect's profile — not the photo. It tells you very little. I had also changed mine from one where I thought I looked my best - makeup, earrings and a black cocktail dress - to one taken by my cousin, in which I looked relaxed, friendly: His profile said he liked films.
I love films and we had both listed On Golden Pond as one of our favourites. He was an engineer — a scientist to my arts background. I was attracted to someone who could actually do stuff.
He was a Kiwi but had lived in London for over 20 years. I had worked with loads of New Zealanders and loved their reluctance to take anyone or anything very seriously. We both liked sailing and walking.
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He described himself through his friends' eyes - a humility I warmed to straight away. His photo showed a kind, strong face and loads of hair. He was divorced with two children in their late teens, who lived with their mother. The clarity and tact with which he covered this on his profile said a lot about him. I was not put off by his having been married before. It meant he was able to commit, and must have some idea about relationships with women. He was 12 years my senior but so was my father to my mother. It wasn't all plain sailing. My first impression when I walked up to shake his hand on that bright November day, was that he had only one eye and had doctored his profile photo to disguise it.
As we stood discussing where to have coffee I wondered if I could love a one-eyed man. It was not until we were sitting down having lunch that I realised he had been squinting into the low winter sun. Oh did I say lunch?