You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.
This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right

I went out with the 'Gere-tastic' Man number 6 (second date) last night and am now puzzled and confused as he was like a completely different person. The frosted lens effect had totally gone and he just looked like a normal bloke. What kind of spell had he cast on our first date to bewitch me?

It's so weird. Yes, I got back up on the horse and went out with my confidence back, fully prepared and expecting to have to resist being bowled over by his charisma - but he didn't have any!

That's not strictly true. I do find him attractive (even though last night he looked more like an old bloke with a big hooter than Richard Gere) and am interested in getting to know him, but there was none of that girly stuff - the fear or the bumling foolery. It was a normal enjoyable date. He came back to my place for a cup of tea after we'd been out to dinner and we snogged on the sofa, while my hamster ran around our feet in its ball.

Then he left and later sent me a text saying: "Sleep well."

Hmmm... I wonder where this is going. Was I kissing a frog or a prince?

I really am so confused about why I thought he was so devastatingly attractive and 'out of my league' when we first met. It's a bit surreal and exactly like a spell has worn off. I do like it better this way though.

Anyway, it's time to make a date with man number 7, I think. :-) Which doesn't mean that there won't be a third date with Man number 6! I'll wait to hear from him, but in the meantime I will get on with my life. :-)

NEXT!

You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.
This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right

Went out tonight on date number 1 with man number 6. I blew it, like I guessed I would. We got on really well on the phone and I felt relaxed talking to him. I'd seen his photos but when we met... well, he was Richard Gere-ific, intelligent, interesting and just absobloodylutely gorgeous.

I'm afraid I was so stunned that I was overcome and suffered some sort of facial paralysis. Had some post-stroke like symptoms including blurred speech and a toal inability to articulate any of the thoughts I could drag through the fog of fear that had enveloped my poor brain.

I am a fool.

I don't even know where it came from or what it means.

I forgot that I was afraid for a brief moment when we were deep in some discussion, so there were some moments when I did behave normally. I feel like such a wuss.

It's certainly given me some insight into the suffering of the poor men I've been torturing lately! Oh dear.

He gave me a lift home and we had two rather long and exciting snogs, one befoe we got into the car and one when we said goodbye. He's just sent me a text. It says: "Thank you for a lovely evening."

What happens now? Do I go on with this see saw dating: they like me more than I like them/I like them more than they like me (not saying this is true of tonight, I have no idea!)? Or is there at some point some sort of balance where I meet someone and we both like each other equally and then that becomes a relationship?

Does anybody know the answer?

Also, how do I stop beating myself up for being a gibbering chimpanzee in a posh restaurant in front of a God-like man? I'm a grown woman, for God's sake!

I am a FOOL!