Me as Bridget Jones

I've been having a long talk with myself. At 39 years old, I've never spent any time as a "singleton". I got married the first time when I was 19, so I have pretty much spent 20 years in either a marriage that eventually failed or a very short-lived relationship. I've decided that before I can ever have a successful long-term relationship, I've got to find out who I am. I've got to learn to make myself happy before I can make anyone else happy. And I've got to know what it's like to live on my own. My lovely kids excepted, of course.

People keep telling me that I need to find a nice bloke. Sure, that would be great, but I know now that it's not the end of the world if I don't. Mr Right might be out there, and he might not. I'm not going to panic over it. If I do that, I'll end up finding another idiot like the ones I've come across so far this year. With one exception and he was absolutely lovely, but I'm not sure if we'll see each other again except as friends. And I'm cool with that!

So, I don't think I'll buy any big knickers, and I don't think I'll sit home alone singing "All By Myself". I definitely don't have to worry about my biological clock ticking, but lets see how I do as Bridget Jones. The 30-something (for the next six months anyway) singleton.