The Secret Socialite: How To Date (And Find Love Again) After Divorce
‘I was paralysed with fear about my advancing age, about how much time I had already wasted and about how hard it was to find love again.’
When my 18-year marriage ended, I fantasised about all the hot men I would have mind-blowing sex with. I saw beautiful Adonises everywhere: in the gym, with their perfectly honed muscles; at work events, in their slim-cut navy blazers and the Tom Ford cologne they emanated, along with a whiff of arrogance; in crowded rooms at parties, as they smiled at me with a wink and a promising glint in their eyes. I danced the night away, giddy with excitement, and I went to bed with pretty much anyone I wanted. In fact, I had so much fun, fun, fun that I wrote a book about it, Naked in Mayfair.
Writing saved me. After many months of lychee martini-fuelled hedonism, writing allowed me to take a long, hard look at myself. I was racing around in the fast lane, living the ultimate dream. But inside, I was totally lost and aching with pain: the pain of a failed marriage, the pain of tearing apart my beautiful family, and most of all, the pain of self-loathing.
I had to take action, if only for the sake of my teenage daughters, innocent, bewildered bystanders. I knew that what I wanted was not torrid sex, but True Love. I wanted to find one wonderful man to fall in love with, not a profusion of interchangeable phalluses.
I was paralysed with fear about my advancing age, about how much time I had already wasted and about how hard it was to find love again. When the panic subsided, the most valuable thing I did was to write a list of what I really wanted in a man and, perhaps more importantly, what I had to offer. On the negative side, I was the wrong side of 40, and my tried and tested formula of sky-high heels and short skirts was no longer quite as appropriate as when I was 20. On the positive side, I was 40 years old, and I had learnt a thing or two about life along the way. If I was lucky, I had another 40 years to go and I was now free to redefine myself and my goals as a woman, not just as a wife and mother.
I longed for stillness to think, and I started to meditate. I asked myself some important questions. What do I really want today? What and who is going to make me happy? (spoiler alert: myself). What kind of man do I want, now that I no longer need to create a family unit with children? How can I be the best version of myself? I put together a vision board of all my favourite things from glossy magazine cuttings. I visualised the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I imagined the close, deep connection we would share. I fantasised about how it would feel to be bathed in love by the man of my dreams. And I waited and waited. And I waited some more. And absolutely nothing happened.
Once I became more centred and focused, I attracted men in my own image who wanted a committed partnership.
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