'In a 25-year office career, I've sat next to only two men,' a friend observes feelingly. In my early 30s, working in an all-female office, I tried what was coyly called the Lonely Hearts pages - where you paid for an advert with a PO Box.I remember waiting weeks for the postman to deliver replies (the sack could be disappointingly small! As I discovered, it's hard to judge personality from a hand-written page of A4 and a tiny passport photo.It's not our fault we're a little naive about love.In the pre-internet days, we didn't really go on dates.This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter.Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget.
Will I have to teeter around in heels to be feminine enough? There are hundreds of online dating sites from which to choose (if you're bookish, political, religious, a divorced parent . There was much mirth when it emerged that Culture Secretary John Whittingdale, 56, 'accidentally' dated a dominatrix.It is shared here for your amusement and encouragement. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her nose.If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.When a relationship ended, you drowned your sorrows in a wine bar, a la Bridget Jones, and lived in hope your married best friend would introduce you to 'that nice man' they'd been mentioning for five years.Many of us work in virtually single-sex environments. In many ways, I can track my love life through the developments in dating technology.