Single in the City

One problem she didn't foresee when planning the move to London (who is she kidding? She didn't so much plan it, but basically just flung boxes into the back of her well-loved but slightly beaten-up Fiesta and hit the M4) was that all of her lovely single friends would be coupled up by the time she got there.
With only one exception, they are literally ALL loved up. Tall boys, short boys, funny boys, smiley boys - they seem to have found all the decent specimins and rounded them up. Which is obviously great for them, and it also gives her hope that there are some non-trolls out there in the big, wide world.
To their credit, they are, by and large, not the kind of girls who automatically become surgically attached to their boyfriends and refuse to leave the house without them - meaning cocktail drinking, Wagamama's and dancing is still very much on the cards.
It's just... it's just that she feels even more like The Only Single Girl in the City now. Being summer doesn't massively help, with couples smooching on every street corner, and doing dubious things under rugs in the park (subtle, no?).
At a friend's 30th last night, surrounded by people who know The Ex incidentally, she was asked (yet again) if she is seeing anyone. And while it's okay-ish to say: "Oh, I've been on a couple of dates...", people's eyes inevitably start glazing over if there is no bona-fide boy gossip.
Then there are the weddings and engagements. She was genuinely pleased for the friend (of a friend) who told her all about her romantic engagement story last night, and is looking forward to the two weddings she's off to this year (refreshingly out of the main wedding-season time frame). But all of that seems a million light years away for her. Actually, that sounds a little too close, and suggests there might even be a light at the end of the tunnel. There really isn't.
What of indie boy Daniel? Well, they've been texting (a tad teenage, no?). And she might pop round to see him tonight on her way back from Sunday lunch en famille, but literally doesn't feel like she has the energy. To see him, or for any of this anymore. Is it really meant to be this difficult? Answers on a postcard please...