Dating's hard for a man, thirty five and divorced -
and for women I guess it's the same.
The players are new, you've forgotten the rules,
and you've damned near forgotten the game.
Divorce was rare before the 1970s. You muddled through marriage - our parents did and we were expected to. When I found myself at the end of a failed marriage in 1977 I was lost. There was no precedent in our family - and once the pain of failure had faded and it was time to start "getting back into circulation", it had been a decade since I had last dated. Not that I was really good at that before, but in my early thirties I felt like a fish out of water. A flounder.
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