Actually I should be worrying about things like the chasm of unemployment, looming deadlines and a house party at my flat in my absence, but I have more pressing issues to address first:

Like, new year's resolutions.

As most people on this wonderful website will have witnessed, trying to have sex "like a man" in order to get over a broken heart doesn't really work, and it don't lead to love either.

Basking in the warm glow emanating from my phone whilst I listened to a friend describe her new-found real love (since Christmas Eve), I decided that I will have to change my tack somewhat.

No more crappy, second-rate dates, or rather no more sex with crappy, second-rate men.
My newly-lowered libido thanks to the rediscovery of a year's supply of the Pill in my nightstand should help me in this quest, as should my other resolution, less alcohol (in order to lose the weight which has brought the spectre of PCOS wreaking havoc with my body with a vengeance).

Ok, it may make for boring reading but I can really do with a year without unreliable, cake-and-eating-loving Tall Boy, without various in-and-out-again guys, over-affectionate and overweight Phat Boy, intimacy-and-baby-phobic boys barely out of nappies, guys I only fancy when goggled by beer or gagged by champagne, and people who don't treat me very nicely.

Admittedly, I've also not been very nice in the past. I mean, how "nice" is it for a guy who thinks he's picking up his girlfriend (or at least a very close contender for the position) at the airport to be unaware of the fact that she has just been busy shagging a 21-year old Scotsman all night?
How fair is it of the woman who is happy sleeping with you who doesn't want a "boyfriend", to expect calls and emails from your trip abroad and go ape if she doesn't get them?
Not very, I suppose.

Whilst I love sex and being spontaneous, how much better would it have been, had at least half my encounters over the past 3 years or so happened with someone I truly love, who respects and accepts me for who I am?!
Instead, I will never really be able to share the ecstasy or the disappointments with someone who was involved, or recount certain experiences with someone who actually gives a damn.

I guess I am doing well so far.
I've not had sex or even kissed anyone since November, and I like having a free head and mind.

How much nicer is it not to constantly wonder or worry where someone is, what they are thinking, what/who they are doing or whether they care about me or not!?

No worries how I will get home from a random drunken encounter, I always know who to ask when I can't find my keys (friends and family), and I save lots on phone bills and plenty of time and head space.

If I pick up the phone it's to catch up with people who have been in my life for between one and 30 years, not just a few months or weeks.

I've had friendly texts from a guy I had a dance date and lunch with before Christmas, two other casual internet acquaintances, and two boys I see regularly at live music events who like me have sent nice Christmas wishes and I really appreciate that, but I can sit and wait for someone "real" to come along before I let myself get emotionally involved again. I hope. I mean, I may be over-estimating myself here...!