It’s reassuring to know that my freak magnet is still working just fine.

I went into town today, and walking back to the car, out of the blue this fairly young bloke, obviously completely pissed, reached out to grab my shoulder as I walked past him.

“Just remember, whatever troubles you in life Jesus loves you,” he smiled at me.

Gee. Thanks.

While at the hairdressers yesterday, I browsed one of the Cosmopolitan magazines there.

When I say ‘browsed’, I mean I read the sex bits.

I read the one article about ‘how men think’, relating to “Can a man just sleep with a woman as friends…” Wasn’t that illuminating.

Then I read the “50 things you never knew about sex”.

And I was pleasantly surprised to find out that, according to Cosmo, I am a very, very lucky woman. And apparently in a very small minority.

Just call me ‘Cosmo Woman’.

It is very, very rare I am speechless.

I always have something to say. About everything. And when someone confides in me, I always try to empathise as well as sympathise, try to relate my own experience to theirs, to try and understand how they feel.

But today I was blown away. Completely and utterly.

And unfortunately I can’t write about it, because I know she is searching blogs in particular to try and get her head around it, and I don’t want her finding this.

But I am also shocked that, at this age, I am still shocked at just how sleazy, and what bastards men can actually be.

X, you deserve so much better. You kick him in to touch, I am behind you 110%, and will be here for you.