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"So, like, this is it then?"

If the dating pool is an all-you-can-eat buffet, then dating in your thirties is arriving to the buffet towards the end of the party. The sandwiches have begun to dry and curl, the quiche is soggy, the dips have a skin and all of the good crisps have gone. Dating when you’re almost 40, as tall as I am, and have no desire (ever) to have a life involving children, well you may as well give up on the buffet and bring a packed lunch. 

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    1. Hang in there! I'm quietly hoping that someone will emerge from the kitchen with a fresh tray of mini pizzas... In the meantime, don't settle for scraps and crumbs.

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