Backalong Kim Cattrall guest edited 'Woman's Hour. She described dating in her fifties and categorised men of a similar age into three groups. There are those already in a relationship and then others who are either damaged or incredibly hurt. Is she right? As the eternal optimistic I hope to God that she is not.
The online dating thing is a funny old business and I'm using it on my own terms, treating others as I want to be treated myself. It's running in the background and I'm not trawling for men. After all I believe in all that hippy shit that involves a bit of divine intervention. What will be will be. I'm just helping things along by opening a channel of communication. There's no talking, or indeed winking at people who I have no interest in whatsoever. It doesn't seem fair. So, it's not going to happen with the 32 year old who's into wrestling and motorsport and seems as if he shares his house with half a zoo, even if he has just favourited me! If I start a conversation and then find I'm uncomfortable or bored I say goodbye. I don't just bugger off unannounced. I'm not rude or inconsiderate in real life and don't intend to start being like that in the virtual world either.
I've arranged to go for a coffee with someone next week but it's not as it seems. The bloke, with the dead normal profile, seemed depressed enough for me to have concerns for his wellbeing. I'm meeting him to check out if my 'phone assessment' was correct and if needs be to encourage him to access mental health services. It's not the romantic encounter that I envisaged. 'You don't have to do this, Joo' said one friend. But one of my colleague who works with me agrees with my response. There's something about reaching out to fellow humans if it needs to happen. You can do this without getting over involved or feeling personally responsible. I don't envisage being a therapist in my private life as well as for the day job.
Another friend, who will remain nameless, thinks that it could be a goer in relationship terms. I was heartily told off for being picky when I expressed grave doubts. I stand firm. My life is too happy and fulfilled to risk damaging it with an unwise hook up. And I have my son to think of. There are consequences for him of having a mother in an unhappy relationship. 'Let the memories be good for those who stay' says the song that's been going around in my head. It's another one of those with a windy theme. This turbulent weather has a lot to answer for. I'm totally convinced. There is no such thing as being too fussy in this game. Fussy is good!