I was sitting at Kramer’s last night with my Aunt Caroline disapprovingly watching her eat her waffles and a scoop of rum and raisin flavoured ice cream. One, she has the flu and two; it is the middle of winter! I was having the reasonable thing, having hot chocolate. As we discussed her match on mingle2, it hit me; I’ve never met anyone as deliriously beautiful as she is. She has stars in her eyes when she talks about her “future husband”; listening to her talk you’d think she’s never been hurt in love. The pure unadulterated optimism for life and the joy in her voice is intoxicating. I want to be as young and free as the woman sitting across from me; twenty years my senior and divorced. Her ex-husband was an abusive alcoholic and the divorce was messy, after 9 years of marriage, she walked away. In contrast I’ve been single for a full year since the end of May, after a 2 year relationship and I’ve got three years of unrequited love under my belt. I’ve been cynical and not