Winter is approaching here in London and I see my energy level going downhill. As a male cousin told me a long, long time ago before the age of AIDS being a concern for heterosexuals: "you have to start winter with three partners if you want to have any chance to still have one when spring starts."
OK. It's not elegant, but at least it sets the scene: I have to deploy some energy to get to the magical "three before winter" number. I have two occasional lovers, who are both married anyway, but no one with whom to share a hot chocolate on a cold Sunday afternoon.
I know I should get interested only in non-married men, as married men are NOT going to leave their wife. But I seem to be stuck in the following perverted logics. I only seem to be interested in men, who are able to handle their current marriage, menopaused wife and agitated teenagers. If such a man is able to satisfy several women including me, then he's worth my attention. Also he has an insight into older women - which I'll become! - and life in general.
Unfortunately for my sanity, I cannot help thinking that a man, who is still married is a superior man.