I was single for 4 years and because I'm no looker and coming into my mid 30s in London I thought I'd just better get used to it. Tried OLD earlier in my 20s, it wasn't much fun then, and my friends who were doing it post 30 said now it was just a lawless hinterland of entitled sociopaths and rampant sexism.
So I was tootling along just focusing on work and friends when suddenly I met a friend of a mutual friend last May at a BBQ. He's 10 years older than me, never married no kids. The thing is until a few years previously he'd been very overweight due to various self confidence reasons. Now he's a healthy size. He had some 6/12 month relationships that didn't work. He still thought he'd never really meet anyone and was just trying to be happy as a bachelor.
We hit it off - the main things are he's kind, generous, thoughtful, makes an effort, funny, talkative and outgoing (where I am an introvert). We're engaged and will get married next year.
But by god was he a fixer upper. His bachelor flat was a pit (funny how when people have sort of given up on relationships their home gets really grotty), he had some ED issues that we are working through and it's getting better (thank you, viagra, from the depths of my heart), his hair (and eyebrows and ear hair) needed a good sorting out. His tummy will never be a rippling six pack (TBF neither will mine...).
It's funny - I never thought I would end up with a guy like him but here I am very happy.
No point to make - other than to emphasise you don't know when it's going to happen, there are good 40+ men out there but they probably need a bit of a fair light and following wind to see their best side to start off.