I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips.
Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots.
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.
They are used to Googling their date as soon as they have their name and job; while Tinder won't allow you on unless you have a Facebook profile. Not to mention all the whizzy new dating apps, such as Tinder and Happn (where you swipe through a sea of faces on your smartphone).That's when they have more time on their hands to address being single.'She's right.'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.