After an evening with two forty-some year olds, I have crashed down to reality with a hard bump. I have come to the realisation that no matter what age is against your name, you will never ever get over the absolute agony of stressing over men. Whether you are single and stressing over whether the man in question finds you attractive or whether you are attached or even married and still wondering if he really is where he says he is. The fact is, those niggling questions like; “is the reason why his phone bleeps fifty times through the night really just his drunk friends angling for a free ride home?” and “is he truly committed to me and only me?” just never die away.

I was sat listening to J and C talk about their respective husband (J) and date (C) and wondering if I will be so clueless when I hit the forty-year-old barrier. Will I really be so undecided and unsure of where my relationship is heading that I have to sit over a meal in a restaurant tearing my hair out and biting my nails down to the core whilst fretting over the smallest things? I found it odd that they never experience that feeling of butterflies anymore. It also worried me – I know I may moan a little about it right now and feel like I’m coming down with some sort of foreign disease right before my boyfriend graces me with his presence, but if that feeling went, I would be extremely sad.

Anyway, moving on from pondering the absolute agonies of having a relationship and onto more pressing matters such as the one of my Politics report I am currently writing. For a girl who prefers shopping to sitting and watching The Politics Show, I am not entirely fluent on the current state of Politics, whereas D talks Politics so fluently one would think each political figure is a close friend of his. He’s been trying to help me today and I must admit, I feel much better on the report front but I can see a long day in the library ahead of me tomorrow…