For some reason, a lot of women seem to think that if theyre over forty and have been divorced once or twice, their lives are over. I find myself in this very situation. Ive been married twice. The first time, I was quite young, and that marriage gave me a daughter. The second marriage happened when I was thirty. Neither marriage lasted longer than two years. There was always something not quite right with the men, it seemed.
Naturally, after my second marriage I did have relationships with other men, but none of them ever led to marriage. Now Im forty-five, and despite everything, I still believe theres happiness out there for me, that somewhere in the world my soulmate exists. To cut a long story short, just last month I met a man by chance on the street. His name is Mark and hes forty-nine. I was taking a stroll in Hyde Park; I take pride in my appearance and look after myself, and decided to sit and enjoy a coffee.
Mark approached me and struck up a conversation. Ill be honest, he wasnt exactly my usual type, but he looked tidy and presentable. He introduced himself and insisted on buying me another coffee. Naturally, I asked right away if he had a wife or girlfriend, to which he gave a rather vague answer. It was clear he was involved with someone. Even so, I invited him back to my flat to continue our chat I said Id make us a cup of tea, and serve some Victoria sponge Id baked the day before. I know, some might say it was completely mad to invite a man Id just met into my home, but plenty of people I know had seen us together, so I wasnt worried. Mark didnt give off any dangerous vibes.
We arrived at my place and as soon as we entered the hallway, Mark glanced about and let out a little snigger:
Youve got quite a spacious flat. Looks like it hasnt been redecorated in fifteen years.
I pretended not to know what he was talking about. Truth is, I last redecorated a decade ago. But my flat still looks good. Why should I pour money into paint and wallpaper when I could invest in myself instead? Is that such a bad way to look at things?
I made Mark a cup of tea and brought out the cake, and as we sat and ate, he started complaining again about my flat. At that point, I told him straight: What does it matter what kind of flat I have? Why not invite me over to yours? He went quiet at once. That was the end of that he left and promised hed ring me in a week.
For the entire next week, he neither called nor messaged, and then late on Saturday night he sent a text saying he wanted to come over. I replied at once and told him hed better be prepared to help with the decorating if he was coming, wed be putting up wallpaper. Suddenly he remembered something urgently important that hed forgotten about and said hed call the following week. Im quite certain hes a married man looking for a fling with a wealthy woman. Well, I certainly dont fit that bill. Honestly, it doesnt matter. What does matter is that, in the end, all we really had was a bit of company. And I know Ill find love. Im sure of that. Id like to offer a piece of advice to other women if a man isnt willing to lift a finger for you, why bother with him at all?
