I’m wondering if you could help me with something. Judging by some conversations I’ve had with the fellas I work with recently, I must be a little thick when it comes to understanding the rules of the world.

You see, I wasn’t aware all females are supposed to either be in a relationship or desperately searching for that special someone with whom to spend the rest of their lives.

Clearly I’m letting the female species down, because not only am I not in a relationship, I’m also not scouring singles bars or adverts to find that special “catch”.

Fortunately though, I work very closely with two guys who have taken it upon themselves to remind me each day that I am ‘letting the side down’, and, as is the way in my job, they are of course doing this on the radio (and usually with the ‘help’ of complete strangers).

What I’ve not quite worked out yet though is this: is their fascination just because they, as men, struggle to comprehend that a mere female can get through life without a fella to take the bin out?

They like to tell me it’s because they ‘care’; that they’ve embarked on a mission to ‘get Sue a date’, because they want to see me happy.

But as I’m lucky enough to have the most brilliant bunch of female friends a girl could have, and none, that’s right, not one single one of them, has ever, or would ever try to bully or guilt me or any of our other mates into dating for the sake of it.

I’m left thinking if women are from Venus, the two blokes I work with aren’t just from Mars, they’re way out there on Pluto!

Nevertheless, at some point in the future, someone will probably come along, and if all the planets manage to align before the human race destroys the universe, chances are I probably will end up doing that ‘live happily after’ thing at some point.

But at the moment, as far as my two ‘in-a-long-term-relationship’ workmates are concerned, not only are stocks of single fish in the sea fast depleting, they also think I should be spending most evenings miserable, wondering where it all went so tragically wrong?

I guess it could be the bit where I’ve worked in three countries, made the most amazing array of friends, had relationships with several lovely fellas, and am blessed to have a wonderful family to return home to.

You know, somehow I just don’t find it easy to be negative about my life when all I feel is lucky for all the opportunities I’ve had and things I’ve experienced.

Oh well, I guess one day I may wake up and discover the boys were right, and maybe if I’m really lucky, hopefully there will still be at least one single fella left on the planet to kiss and make it (my tragic life that is) all better...