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I f I may pluck from the dating hazards of yesteryear an unsavoury example, take crabs. In the past, an infestation was to be avoided on so many counts. Mere discomfort and squeamishness were the least of them. Crabs brought with them, quite apart from itchiness, a kind of physical and moral squalor. If a date were to give you crabs, that would make you feel the lowest of the low. I caught them once, from a brief encounter with a beautiful ballet dancer in a world-renowned company. You never could tell. Dating has always been fraught with worries.

In the 80s, when I was dating first time round, crabs were definitely to be feared. Last month, a magazine named me as one of the 80s It Girls. What bollocks. My children asked me, "What's an It Girl? Not me. Always worked, no handbags and a sceptical view of "fun-loving". Dating for young women, even the "cool girls", is rarely the "fun" it is cracked up to be.

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Indeed, dating for women at any age. Three decades later, I am back in the game. I'm working hard on not making the same mistakes as before, and mainly failing, though doing my best to maintain some measure of midlife dignity in the face of a frankly undignified pastime. Well, at least I shall be spared one humiliation. Now that everyone's shaving to the nth degree to achieve the full lacquered finish of a Chinese box, crabs are toast, apparently, no longer "presenting" in doctors' surgeries.

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But, no room for complacency, the modern minefield of dating is still rife with risk. I scored the happy ending for a while; was married to an exceptional and wonderful man. It wasn't part of the plan that I have — reluctantly — found myself back in the game. I never really learned how to play successfully and had hoped, when I got married, that I could put all that misery behind me. Misplaced hope. I have just turned My age and stage, as well as the times, mean the game bears almost no resemblance to the one I knew and has become all the more tricky and bewildering.

There is a new raft of considerations I never had to face back in the day. A couple of months or so ago, I had a fling with someone much younger; something of an eye-opener in more ways than one, but I don't regret it for a moment. It came about in a way that was slow-burning and then completely unexpected, most of all to myself. My friends were gratifyingly agog and full of safely married encouragement.

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I have no idea how I did it. I have spent my life crucified by my curves, eating disorders and all, and these days I am worried about wrinkles as well as fat and physical flaws. But the venture was so incredibly exciting, if so madcap and doomed, that I found I didn't care what I looked like.

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It was almost as if the absence of competition — how could I possess the youthful attributes of women his age? I had to assume he appreciated qualities which I had and which they did not. This was fantastically liberating. The other worry my friends voiced was porn. How could I compete with women his age who had been force-fed a diet of the stuff and learned practices and techniques that had doubtless never crossed my boring married mind?

Fair point. In the olden days, we had an expression — good in bed — which seems hopelessly unfit for purpose in Merely "good"? Only in a bed? My hopeful answer was that plenty of men wax lyrical about the older women with whom they had flings when they were young. Surely no amount of mechanical "technique" learned from the internet can replace experience? Friends asked if it was odd dating someone younger. Curiously, despite the gulf of reference and experience, not at all.

We liked and respected each other. In the end, though, the inevitable futurelessness began to eclipse the fun, and it ended, but we remain on the best of terms. My ex-husband and I separated in and I was vulnerable still when, a few months later, I first poked my toes into the shark-infested waters of modern dating.

I was vulnerable when I was young, too, but at least I had youth on my side then, even if I didn't appreciate it. It is the combination of middle age and new technologies that feels so scary and doom-laden. Yes, there is wisdom, experience and a different kind of hard-won confidence, but there is baggage, too. In my 20s it was basic.

Do I fancy him? If yes, does he fancy me? One tick, no sex, though possibly, if there was no alternative that evening. Two ticks, then sex. And possibly more sex, and if lucky, a relationship. Mistake dates could be written off quickly. A broken heart less so, but even then one only had oneself to consider. Now, it isn't possible to enter into things so lightly, which means there is pressure when one does enter into them at all. There are Other People to think about — in my case a ificant three, aged 12, 14 and The consequences of dating "mistakes" in middle age are more rippling.

I am incredibly careful about what I do and don't tell my children; I hide any tears a new disappointment brings, but when it spills out, I find them to be amazingly, touchingly protective. They are happy to welcome anyone but if he treats me unkindly, quickly brand him a "knob" and freeze him out in that inimitable teenage way. Meanwhile, I hope to be with Sex dating in Fairpoint who has the potential to understand children and to love them. In this respect, a man without children of his own could be a long-shot. I am not able to tolerate anyone who I think will upset or disrespect them. If that makes me fussy or demanding, then so be it.

But sexting and Tinder — and happnwhich I learned about for the first time recently — have rendered middle-aged novices such as myself mere amateurs in the business of finding the right partner. The stakes are high and yet we have a whole new skill set to learn, and fast. Sexting in particular is a complicated art, especially for someone who Sex dating in Fairpoint about nuance. But I guess that's me, showing my age. Perhaps I should behave like a grown-up and not go in for all this adolescent nonsense.

It probably compounds my lack of success, but I find it part of the fun.

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Married friends say they envy the edginess in my life. But, believe me, the hurly-burly of the chaise-longue soon turns into a chaise-longueur. The notion of the deep peace of the marital — or at least Sex dating in Fairpoint familiar — bed fast becomes far preferable.

I am fine with the hurly-burly for the time being but don't want it to go on for ever. But in dating I am so often startled by people, in good ways and bad, and that does make me feel life is very far from dull, and maybe there is consolation to be had in that. I had a blind date with a man who seemed civilised and normal, till he spoke of the persecutions to which he is subject by colleagues, family and the state. He took me to a far corner of London, back to his flat, which I can only describe as fetid. Although he was fastidious in some ways no alcohol; bicycle clipsthe place stank of five-month-old brie.

One friend said, "If that was the state of his kitchen, God forbid the state of his cock. As a general rule, I try to avoid the subject of my children on dates because it is so easy to be a bore about them. I had dinner with a man who clearly had no such qualms. He had one daughter and he waxed lyrical about her from the moment we sat down at the table, throughout the three courses and on into the coffee.

He was warm and gentle and this girl sounded terrific but, as I made my way home, I realised that while I could have written her biography, he didn't know how many children I had. In three hours he had not asked one question other than, "I think we'll have the bordeaux, don't you? I am capable of speaking up and should have been assertive, but couldn't be bothered.

No amount of assertion can make up for a person's absence of curiosity. Another man, handsome, smiling, took me aside at a party. It wasn't a date but he was clearly assessing whether or not he could be arsed to do what it might take to sleep with me. He was polite and warm at first, oh, and he asked me questions. Only they became rather too curious.

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