Interesting comment on my last blog from Magnolea on the issue of age. So he thinks women in their 30s are obsessed with it? Age, that is.

Yeah, I definitely think he has a point. I wouldn't say we all are though. And often it depends on what side of 35 you are.

I am currently sitting on it (35) myself, but getting ready to move onto the other side, ie the one closer to 40!

So I guess someone like me is going to be slightly more preoccupied by my years than say a woman who is around 32.

Nobody wants to age physically

Let's face it, nobody wants to be getting older – physically that is. I get happier and happier as I mature mentally and emotionally.

But I would rather not have the wrinkles – I mean laughter lines – that come with it. And there is the unavoidable issue of babies.

Still, that's life. I certainly don't size up guys in terms of how quickly they can impregnate me. But I absolutely know some females who do!

Back to Magnolea' remark though. He says that he knows a lot of guys in their 30s who run if they meet a woman in her 30s because “they all seem to be nuts, in that really panicky last chance saloon frame of mind and jump straight into the heavy questions”!

Oh my Lord – is this true? Seriously?! If I'm being chatted up by a guy of this age should I pretend to be 29 or 41?

Would that increase my chances of scoring – providing I ask him only frivolous questions of course?! (I might put this theory to the test actually.)

My younger man bucked the trend

It's funny 'cause my 29-year-old from last Saturday night didn't believe I was 35 – he thought I was younger and kept going on about it.

And he was the one making all the enquires about my job, where I live, where I'd gone to school/college, what my father did. Now that I think about it, it was like the Spanish inquisition.

And I didn't really question him at all. I know his first name and age and that's it. I don't know his surname, his occupation or another thing about him.

Crikey, I've just thought of something! Maybe I didn't bother trying to find out stuff about him as subconsciously I didn't see it going anywhere because he's six years my junior.

Oh oh, perhaps I am obsessed with age

Perhaps I am obsessed with age after all – but in the sense that I don't see myself ever being with a younger man as I wouldn't be able to cope feeling like an auld one beside him for the rest of my life!

OK, am not going to start analysing that one. Like I said, it is what it is – a very lovely snog – and I'll leave it at that. It's a pity though that age can't be just a number.

Meanwhile, I'm going to a Halloween party on Saturday night and I've not figured out yet what I should wear. Anyone have any ideas for a sexy but not slutty costume? Or is there such a thing?