Well, it's way too late for me.

I admit I can't bear to look at men who are ugly. I studied that and found that we are attracted to the same level of looks that we have, and that our parents had. Well, I had the kind of looks that fortunately had men stop in their tracks. So there was no shortage of men wanting to date me.

But I also had a couple of other things. My IQ was in the top .003%, and I found that I was bewildered at the things people said. I couldn't relate. At the time that this was happening, I didn't know any of that - Ijust couldn't understand why I didn't see what they saw. I berated myself endlessly, trying to find out what was wrong with me. Of course, I lived in South Africa, and no television, etc.

When I went to a psychologist at the age of 25, she told me that I should enjoy being single.

It took me years to work it all out (I also have Asperger's).

What was I looking for? A man where I felt safe, who actually talked about import things like anti-apartheid (they dropped the topic immediately I said apartheid was wrong), and where there was chemistry.

I never found it.

These days (I'm 70 in a few weeks). I know that there will never be anyone. I'm sad about it, but I've learnt a lot. And I'm thankful that I finally understood why men didn't like me.