Hello. I’m a woman in her forties, recently unmoored by divorce and rather reacquainting myself with solitude. I’ve always had a soft spot for the music of the 1980s—something about the melancholy beneath the synth—and I find great comfort in books, particularly those on science and history. There’s something reassuring about facts when life feels so uncertain.
I live alone by the sea, somewhere quietly charming in England, and I work—dutifully, if somewhat wearily—for the civil service. My views lean gently to the left, though I find the current state of discourse rather exhausting.
I’m here simply in search of meaningful conversation. I’ve no interest in unsolicited vulgarity. So yes, just a woman trying to navigate her newfound freedom, perhaps, a flicker of hope for friendship?