Icautiously logged on the next day, waited, looked around the 'Carousel'; found nothing I liked.

Well maybe there were a couple of possible candidates. Mostly they were old, bold, limited education, short and ugly. The leftovers are all in here, I thought. I suppose I am too old now to have anything but leftovers. Even at 57 years of age I considered myself pretty much of a catch, attractive, still very sexually active, full of life, fairly young looking, I dress in a young style, have my own home, I don't smell of mould quite yet and I looked at the men my age who could have all been my grandfathers. How many of them lie about their age, I wonder? Surely they don't age that quickly?

I said Hello to three of them and crossed my fingers. Every day seemed like employment rather than enjoyment; I would spend most of my time deleting the ones I didn’t like and the more time I spent on-line, the more monsters I received winks from. As one was deleted, two, who saw that my profile was active, would pop up with cheesy chat up lines.

What’s a beautiful woman like you doing on a site like this? they would ask. The same as you, you plonker, looking for a mate not a player thanks - or a fat, bold, short, unwanted reject like you. I can understand why some mothers agree to abortion. Ouch! And on to the next.