I have waited this long for Mr Right to turn up and I'm not about to start dropping standards. I have trawled through enough crap, I'm really not happy about settling for anything less than perfection. I'm not shallow; they don't have to be rich or good looking. But they MUST be funny, intelligent, sensitive, cultured, kind, sharp, preferably Jewish, popular, socially integrated, non-possessive, easy-going, accepting of me and my past, able to deal with my neurosis and chronic insecurity, reasonably well dressed, sophisticated, generous, well read, not too druggy but into the occasional dabble with spliff and coke, excellent at sex, with a high sex-drive and of course, at least an average-sized cock. Now, you tell me, are any of these requests unreasonable? Isn't each of these qualities essential?
Emma Gold has had a number of jobs in a wide variety of worlds, from cashier to media lawyer. She is now training to be an therapist while writing her books. She lives in North London.