I was quite happily digging into my main course at a dinner party the other night I when the conversation veered involuntarily, and in some way inevitably, onto the subject of relationships. I realised, to my horror, that I had found myself trapped inside that middle-aged, middle-class, Bridget Jones cliche of being the only single in a sea of couples. Until this point I had been blissfully unaware of the predicament my hosts had unwittingly thrust me in, but as I was forced to lay bare the intricacies of my love lives and losses, I couldn't help but feel a sense of quiet disdain, as the disconcertingly attentive group noted how difficult it must be for me and that I would ultimately have to compromise if I was ever to settle down.
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