I’m 39 years old, but have been told I only look about 30. I’m slim, 5’7”, low maintenance on the “make-up” side of things, but can clean up pretty well.
I’ve got my own place to live, and although I’m out of work at the moment, am keeping busy with odd jobs and such, and am definitely not looking for any handouts or someone to look after me.
I’m a great cook, but admit to not being as “house proud” as I could be at times, but again, I can rise to the occasion and make a house sparkle if needs be.
I don’t come with any baggage such as family or children, and although I don’t mind other people’s kids, I am not interested in having any ankle-biters of my own.
I can keep myself entertained, enjoy spending time by myself, and don’t need company 24/7, although I do love having good friends over now and again.
I have no hang-ups about sex, and no “women’s problems” to moan about, and joy-of-joys, don’t get PMS to turn me into a psycho one week out of every four.
I’m easy going, not at all clingy, don’t need constant praise or reassurance, and would never, ever think of asking anybody, “Does my backside look big in this?”
I do have some hobbies that others may think odd, and would love to get a chance to shoot more, but in general I’m pretty normal.
My only vices are that I smoke and drink, well, at least that’s all I’ll admit to without a lawyer present, but I’m in no way an alcoholic, drugged out hippie type.
I’m not an aggressive career type either (I can’t really be bothered with all that) or a raging feminist, (I do believe that men and women have their differences, and ‘hurrah’ for them!) and I can get stuck in with hard work should needs be.
Getting a man because they are rich or have a fancy house/car/boat is definitely not a prerequisite for me, I’d be happy with someone who can make me laugh on a night in with a take-out meal and a video rather than be with a person who flashes the cash but can’t hold a conversation about anything other than their work or themselves.
Also, I’m not the sort of woman that once they get a man looks to change him into someone else.
The only time I’ve ever yelled at a man over something they’ve done, is when they’ve not put the toilet seat down before flushing, but then I yell at women about that as well.
I loathe shopping, watching soaps, celebrity gossip, diets, fashion trends and anything else that falls into the “vapid celeb scene”.
I’ve been told that I’m very beautiful and incredibly sexy although I don’t believe it.
Apparently after my next birthday I’ll have more chance of being hit by a meteorite than of getting a marriage proposal. Not that I’m after a marriage proposal, just someone who cares about me.
So my question is—and I’d value your Readers’ comments and help on this one:
Why can’t I get a decent boyfriend?
Interested queries from single Gentlemen Readers aged 35-50 (my guess) should be emailed to me. I’ll forward the correspondence.
