I am a woman in my late thirties, every day getting later.

A couple of years ago my long term relationship imploded and I was left single for the first time since I was a teenager. He cheated, I chucked.

A couple of years of boo hoo went by. He is all loved up with the other woman and I realise, thats it, got to move on. How do you do that? Almost 20 years since I was single and most of the time totally besotted with the man I had. Suddenly I had to consider looking at other men or decide I never wanted to have sex again.

I considered the no sex option for 2 years and had decided that was the way I was going. Dont know what changed exactly. I think speaking to a single friend who was sick of being alone, I realised once my child was grown a bit more and needed me a bit less I might feel lonely.

Ive been out clubbing, drinking in pubs. Does no one get chatted up these days. Do guys not ask you to dance. Do they ever actually speak to you? I am no babe but I got absolutely no action at all. I felt very unloved.

My pal who is a bit of a babe wasnt getting the chat, so I had to come to the conclusion, Men in the West End of Glasgow do not chat up women. Went to places looking clean, dressing up a bit, showing a bit of cleavage - nothing. Crushed I was. Here I was looking at men for the first time in about 2 decades and not one was looking back.

I am overweight, I am can be a slob in the way I dress, I rarely make an effort to look good Monday through Friday but I thought the male population were just waiting for me to get back on that horse and ride. It appears they were not.

I resolved to do dating the modern way. Speed Dating.

I registered and waited in anticipation for the day to come. Twenty single men in one room, in one night, dreams are made of this.

I preened, I planned, I was emailed at 10pm the night before to cancel. Not enough men, I know the problem.

The next date in my age range was a couple of months away. But I could wait. I was patient.

I was less inclined to preen, but planned my wardrobe carefully and waited for the date to come round. Feelings of Groundhog Day came. Cancelled at 9.30pm - not enough men. Where were all those single men?

I was disheartened, disgruntled and decided to give it up as a bad job.

I occasionally went out but never seemed to attract anyone. I have no guts for doing the chatting.

After several months I decided that I had to do the speed dating thing. I registered again, fully expecting to be cancelled. Logged on the night before several times just to check it was going ahead. Hooray. I was going speed dating!

The night came and I went straight from work. I was anxious but looking forward to it. I arrived and there were several men there already, not one was the Elephant Man.

The organiser explained that there were 11 men and 11 woman registered for the event (miffed already I was expecting 20). Three of the men didn't turn up. We were down to eight men. Twenty down to eight - I was being short changed already!

I met seven attractive, articulate, intelligent men and one guy who told me all about how much he hated his work. Unfortunately this was five minutes date plus 20 minute break. Hell on earth. His job was in finance and he made it seem even duller than that.

After the dating most of the men left but a couple of the guys (one of which was obviously just along with his pal) and several of the girls stayed behind for drinks. It was a good laugh. I had no curfew and the car so was relaxed.

The only number I came away with was a girls! No not lesbian action, the girl had told me about a free dating website which had the occasional night out. She said she was going with a group and I was welcome to join her.

I had just joined a paying site but no babes had popped up in the search.

I went home that night and registered. Within half an hour i was instant messaged a couple of times and asked my bra size. This was the beginning of a good girl going bad.

I have changed from being just a good daughter, sister, friend, mother. I have found the naughty side of me and am enjoying it. Its a wild journey.