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!