My hopes of one day ending my singledom were raised today when a colleague told me she had had a dream about me meeting a 'lovely, genuine man'.
Not that I'm desperate, of course. But it's been a long time since I met anyone whom I could have conceivably gone on more than three dates with, and after my colleague had described this imaginary man, I decided he sounded perfect.
I would like to add the disclaimer that I am not in the slightest bit superstitious. I do not believe in luck, or portents of doom, or wishes, or spirits, ghosts or anything else of that nature.
But my colleague has a reputation for having dreams that come true, and I thought it would be fun to believe that this one will turn to reality.
I can dream, can't I?
He is an avid cyclist, she told me. Is he good-looking? I asked. Very, came the reply. I was content with that.
She added that I will meet him when I least expect it. And that's often the way it happens, we both agreed. When you least expect it, some lovely person who likes you and who you like can come wandering out of the woodwork.
So now I've got my eyes open for a good-looking, genuine, lovely man on a bike. If you see him, let me know.