I have recently been nurturing a crush on someone I've known through work for a few years. I'm single again after 13 years and if he'd actually made a move I'd probably have crapped myself but, still, having a flirt and wondering if maybe I've still got it there to dust off again has been lovely.
Met his girlfriend today. I'm forty, he's thirty-five, she's twenty three. I have never felt so middle aged and frumpy (I am not actually frumpy but I am definitely not youthful and perky). Thank god I was too scared to ask him out!