I've not exactly been bothered about men for... crikey, six months now. Coo. Mind you, I've hardly been celibate - I've just been getting on with other stuff. But the odd man of note toddles along. F'rinstance, this weekend's Gentleman Friend:
1) He looked like he'd just stolen a car.
2) He threw me up against a brick wall
3) And then pistol-whipped me.
4) But not with a pistol.
He then proceeded to whisper a suggestion in my ear so outrageous that I promptly went home and fed the cat. Getting back on the horse is one thing. Galloping all the way to Kettering is quite another.