When I was with my partner I used to dream about my old, child free, single life. It just seemed so easy didn't it?

Want to go out? Go.

Want to eat crap for tea? Eat it.

Want to pick up. Pick up.

Want to drive three hours to catch a band? Drive.

Well things certainly are very different now.

Single (with kids) is not at all like I imagined it might be.

Men don't really give you a second look when you've got the kids around. It's not like taking the dog for a walk and every bloke wants to stop and 'pat the dog'. These little treasures are like kryptonite to single (interesting) guys.

I sort of hoped I might meet an active 30 something. Nice, fit bod and a brain in his cranium not his penis. A bloke who had a measure of mischief about him and a touch of class to boot. Someone who appreciates live rock and fine arts.

I think in my years of day dreaming about this perfect bloke I may have actually invented a new species.

Now...I did have some interest from a certain male. We shall call him 'Dave" Cute, spark in his eye, sexy bod...all good right? Wrong...in a long term relationship I was told when I asked him if he'd like to go out.

I knew he was a bit of a joker so I said "So I s'pose a root's out of the question?" expecting a laugh.

Did I get a laugh? No!

"No not at all, what have you got in mind?"

Well not one to turn down a...what ever you'd call it... a chance at some lovin', we organised a liaison.

Nice. Nothing happened and I have rung him since. He keeps saying he'd love too. But he never does. Maybe he's gay. Maybe he has a conscience. Maybe, but I don't care anymore.

I figured the best way to find the above perfect specimen is to get in amongst it and have a good look.

So here I am putting 'it' out there.