No matter how much of an extrovert I want to believe I am, I always cherish the ‘me’ time I spend in my bedroom that looks more of a bombsite than the haven it’s supposed to be.

One-night-stands are memorable because they are never planned. One minute you’re anxious about the stalemate in your love-life, and the next you are making wild love to a person you are not romantically linked. It is not often this happens, but when it does, do you make the most of it?

Problems have ways of getting solved, especially when you don’t really see solutions on the horizon. We were at Ini’s house some couple of years back when Precious, her niece, wanted advise on how best to put some hair extensions into her real hair so it wouldn’t look garish.

Whatever your view on sex is, the fact remains its recently been stripped of its cloak and dagger mystery. Where men once bragged of the number of notches on their bed-posts, women now don’t see sex as a ‘chop and wipe mouth’ phenomenon. They see it as of right- they want it, if it’s available, they take as much as they want. No guilt. Just emotional satisfaction. Ini and I were at Lilians recently and, naturally the banter skirted around sex. Lilian’s cousin Betty’s ‘problem’ came up for serious consideration.

I believe today’s young women are dared too adventurous. They’ve had huge success in so many fields that having casual sex is as good as eating a tasty meal. Call me jealous if you like. Some of their escapades made the funny group has had over the years look like a boy scout’s outing.

AS the number of men who are addicted to sex grows in leaps and bounds, women (not hookers), who believe they couldn’t have enough of sex, like their male counterparts, are also jumping in at the deep end, drinking in the pleasure that ‘sex offers.

It was one of the few weddings I just had to attend. Feeling a bit bored, I tuned off, mentally calculating other things that needed my attention when the Reverend Father climbed on to the pulpit to give his wedding sermon. Yawn … Then I sat up when he said pompously that the best way to keep the furnace of love burning in a marriage was to have sex, not as often as the couple wanted, but as often as the man did! Even if he didn’t seem quite interested, the wife should offer it on a platter!

Lately, I’d been prompted by readers to let them know of the love lives of my two close friends, Lilian and Ini. Well, they are fine and up to all sorts of mischief as usual. Only a few weeks ago, I called at Lilian’s and was surprised she wasn’t in one of her mumsy house dresses.

They come in all shapes and sizes and have been around for ages. They were glamourised some years back by the senior girls in the society – another glamourised word for a sugar mummy. They are men ready to give a woman 100 per cent of their time and attention at the right price.

I WOULD never have imagined that the next time I ran into Bolaji it would be on a plane en route to good old Britain. The last time I saw him was over 15 years ago. We’d dated briefly after he’d relentlessly come after me – with the whole works. Dinner, fancy presents and just sitting down for stretches of amusing matters.