Probably, yes, you are the only one, other than those who’d like to put WANTED posters up.
I’ll tell you now, I’m Mr Ordinary, just a face in the crowd, 42 yr old, less hair on my head than my chin, and what’s left is salt & pepper. Only a stone overweight (ie. not a fat slob, but my six-pack is more like a 10 pack), all the worry lines and crow’s feet of a 42 yr old who spent a large part of his 20s partying. And my 30s. And the odd month or two since. You’d be disappointed, I assure you, that I’m not in worse shape, but I’ll not be winning any “handsome older gentleman” contests anytime.
Actually no, I’m a dead-ringer for Peter Stringfellow! Yeah, that’s better, 70 years old, going on 21.
Troppus, yes, found my niche, I’m a feckless slut and I love it, I do what I want, when I want to.
There is a lid for every pot, but the older every one of us gets, the lower we have to set our standards. I have found that many recently divorced 40 yr old women are looking for a wealthy George Clooney clone, who doesn’t fart, drink or swear, who listens well and likes giving foot massages to tired old leathery feet, and who will whisk them away from the drudgery of everyday life. Oh, AND he’ll love their little brat who has grown up to the sound of Mum & Dad fighting and domestic tension, subsequently becoming “quirky” ie. a little mental Tasmanian devil.
Maybe those men exist, but then I’m looking for a unicorn that farts rainbows, maybe we’ll both strike lucky. Not many men will put knowingly walk into that sort of crap, especially if they’re getting older, unless they themself are vulnerable, battered from their own previous relationship, are taking on water, and looking for any port in a storm.
Then there’s always blokes like me, single, footloose and fancy free, with a few quid in the bank and a good standard of living. I’d have to think carefully about shacking up with Elle McPherson, thanks to the brood of kiddies that would come with her. (Actually, I’ve thought about it, and it’s acceptable. Elle, gimme a call…)
We are selfish, arrogant and set in our ways - probably harder to live with than the single Mum’s ex-hubby.
What I’m saying is, there will be someone who will happily date a 40 yr old single Mum, but don’t be expecting a diamond - all the good blokes are spoken for, and their women don’t let them slip away. The ones left swimming around are third division (apart from me, I’m even lower), if the single Mum isn’t too fussy, she’ll find someone. (It helps if she can squeeze into that St Trinians outfit she bought for a hen party when she was 23)
She should look on the bright side though, I’m more wary of 40 yr old single women who have no kids. They must be Bat Shit Crazy surely, just a female version me? Oooh, what a thought, no thanks!!