This week I celebrated three years of being single – and fabulous in a red silk dress, no less – in Pacha, Ibiza to the sounds of Basement Jaxx DJ-ing. Now I have no trouble being single, I confess that I very much enjoy it, but people often ask me ‘why?’, ‘how’ and ‘what are you doing wrong?’ every time a seeing-someone/ fling doesn’t turn into a relationship.

Now, I already know that it is sod all yet everything to do with me. I’m not hung-up on finding ‘the one’ yet I’m the biggest secret romantic you’re likely to find – I’m still incredibly distraught about Katie and Peter.

In the olden days, the ones that had Frank Sinatra crooning on the radio and Doris Day lighting up the silver screen, men did the chasing and women smiled gaily and stroked their egos/spurned their advances. Simple. Then something happened in the noughties where women though they were living, breathing examples of ‘Sex and The City’ – me included – and it’s now very confusing as to how a  modern girl should behave in order to ‘court’.

The Lily Allen/Alexa Chung/Samantha Jones’ of the world can not only drive a man stare-crazy with lust, they can also slay their egos with a sarcastic comment. Just last night I witnessed a lady walk up to a man at the trendy ‘local’ (its two postcodes out, but yada) and say “Can I have your number?”, for him to grin hungrily at her like the fox out of Little Red Riding Hood and type it into her phone. I’m just not sure I’m that kinda girl.

According to my girlfriend Jess, I give off the wrong vibes. Apparently my ‘vibe’ suggests that ‘I don’t need men’ and sometimes I seem so incredibly aloof that they are scared to approach me. Now, without falling on the floor and yelling ‘geronimo’, I don’t know quite how to find the balance between ‘cool’ and ‘needy’. Oddly enough at a gig later that night, the lovely drummer in a popular local band introduced himself to me and started making conversation, only for me to pout at him like a sulky French teenager rather than an alluring smily starlet.

But as my relatives badger me to ‘find a boyfriend’, my friends try to match make me with people, and as I myself  feel a li’l bit of longing as yet another of my friends gets engaged/married/sprogged up, I don’t want to have to make conversation with someone to get them to go out with me. I want a man that asks me to speak to him, one that will be able to bat back my sarcastic comments and shut me up with kisses and makes me laugh. A King to my Queen, Clyde to my Bonnie, Burton to my Taylor.  Lazy I may be, but if it is meant to be, it is meant to be right?

One of the greatest love/hate relationships in the world. One of the best boxsets in the world.

£24.76, www.play.com

Lily Allen – It’s Not Me, It’s You -She’s outspoken and I love her.

£5.99, www.play.com

Channel your grown up french starlet instead of sulky teenager with this french girl’s guide to everything!

£5.99, www.amazon.co.uk

We adore hip new jewellery designer Clara Francis, and we think this necklace would certainly create a conversation starter!

£140, www.clarafrancis.co.uk

Make them make eyes at you with MAC’s fluid gel eyeliner – applied with the brush it gives a smooth clean finish that is smudge free.

£12.00, www.maccosmetics.co.uk

What vibes do you give out? Do you want to be woo-ed or are you cool with being woo-ed? Care to share?