Thursday 27 July 2017

I've come down with serious case of terminally single syndrome

Andrea Smith realises that she is a member of the uncoolest club of all, albeit one with a gorgeous figurehead

As I approach my 42nd birthday this week, I've come to realise that I have I acquired a new age-related condition. Looking back, I guess the symptoms have been there for a long time, but I now have to face the stark truth of my diagnosis -- I am terminally single.

Thankfully, the beautiful Jennifer Aniston falls into the same category (we'll conveniently forget that she married Brad Pitt once upon a time), but what I have come to realise, as the old song goes, is that Nobody Loves a Fairy When She's 40.

I work from home and never seem to meet anyone socially, so I decided to join a dating agency 18 months ago. The way it works is that you pay a yearly fee of several hundred euro, and they guarantee you a certain number of dates. I know there are loads of internet dating sites out there, many of which are free, but I felt safer going through the agency. You were vetted in person first and your ID is checked, and I thought that anyone paying the fee would be pretty serious about the whole thing.

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