How's this for logic. For pretty much years I'm on my own and pretty ok about it. The occassional bout of skin hunger, but nothing dramatic. As soon as there's a prospect of actually going on a date of some description, I get all soppy eyed and lonely and feel like I'm gonna be alone for the rest of my life. What's with that? I sorta understand why men get so frustrated with the contrariness of women, because I'm rather confused myself.