Divorced two years ago at 57 and I have only just started doing things again. Actual things. Like, last Saturday I went to a jazz night with a friend and a man asked for my number. I nearly fell off my stool. I'm 59. Postmenopausal. My body is completely different to the one I had when I was last single in 1991. And I mean completely. So there's a lot going on in my head before I even get to the bit where someone might want to see me again. The thing I've been working on quietly is just moving more. Nothing dramatic, just walking in the evenings after work. I started because I read it might help with the anxiety and the low mood and honestly I don't know if it does but I sleep better and I feel less like I want to cry in Waitrose so I'm keeping it up. I also try to eat something proper before I go anywhere in the evening now rather than arriving already depleted and half a glass of wine away from a hot flush and terrible decisions. I did ask my GP about the intimacy side of things. Took me three appointments to actually say the words out loud. She was kind, much kinder than I expected. I'm glad I wrote it down first because I would have bottled it otherwise. Anyway. He texted. I haven't replied yet. I'm 59 and I'm terrified. Just wanted to say that somewhere. x