Perhaps I should introduce myself. This is no loser in love story … no Bridget Jones singing hapless love songs, no Carrie Bradshaw lusting over the unattainable, yet sexy and desirable Mr Big. This is more about the strong, self-sufficient female only wanting to settle ‘for the one’ in a world full of twos, threes and even fours. It’s so unjust how a man can still be an eligible bachelor at thirty-five whereas a woman can be considered to be a spinster at thirty but I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. That damn biological clock, it’s accountable for so many things.
