A funny thing happened today and I wasn't even on the way to the forum.
An old boyfriend ( I use the term loosely, he's a year older than me) turned up on my doorstep.
I last saw him some 12 or so years ago when I was a guest at his wedding and since then, he's lived in Australia - we haven't kept in touch
He's now widowed and on an Xmas/New Year trip back to NZ to see children and grandchildren, decided to look me up. 
A thousand years before, when we first met and he asked me to dinner and subsequently on several trips to hot pools and beaches and flash restaurants, he eventually proposed.
Much as I enjoyed his company, and I really did, he's funny, kind and what's often called (though certainly not by me) a Silver Fox', I was not looking for a permanent relationship, something I thought I'd made abundantly clear.
Alas, however forcefully one says this, they always believe they can talk you round. It didn't work, I'm too solitary a person but I am a bit to blame because I love the company of men and this can be miscontrued. 
We parted friends and soon afterwards he met his wife.
And so it was, after all this time, Old Lochinvar had come to claim his lost love.
or so he would have me believe.
I'm afraid all he got for his trouble was a glass of sparkling water and a French Fancy.
(Mr Kipling's in case you thought that was a euphemism for something else
It's a shame in some ways; he's well off, well travelled and interesting and even held the tempting carrot of a world cruise before my unbedazzled eyes.
His steed was a Lexus. I thought that was a card game. He was unimpressed but then so was I.
He compared my situation, a pensioner in a Salvation Army alms house, with what he could provide but to no avail.
I thought of ixion during this impassioned wooing; my hard heartedness had nothing on Hannah.
He really tried, I'll give him points for perseverence and his affection seemed genuine and as we reminisced about past good times, 1% of me wavered slightly.
Even dratted Robert Browning snuck into the picture: 'Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be....'
But that's the point, I don't want a man growing old along with me; under my feet, in my kitchen and certainly not breaking wind in my bed.
I'm fine by myself.
He didn't understand.
We won't be keeping in touch.