My life is not meticulously ordered, I am making it up as I go along. I'm in an interesting place at the moment, in which I have little time for a conventional relationship (through circumstance and choice) but miss male company something terrible.
Having a child means that I'm more practical and domesticated (meaning I don't prowl around at night, howl at the moon or bring home dead mice - I own a lot of tupperware and know all about the importance of fibre in your diet).
I do occasionally have relapses. These usually involve rum.
There's no need to feel sorry for me though - my daughter and I are a self sufficient unit, and I love that - this part of my life is not up for grabs. My daughter has a great Dad who is still very much involved in her life.