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
Ha ha ha! You're so right Lala. After peering into the future, I honestly don't think I would like to stare across a table at his mush, you know. He's a bit old for me - he doesn't want to do anything but go out for dinner, isn't up for getting pissed and has never touched anything stronger than 'a nice full-bodied red wine' in his life. What are we going to do - go out to eat every time we meet? What about just having a piece of toast or a bowl of cornflakes and then going out to get plastered?
I'm sorry, but I'm not changing my perpetual teen lifestyle for anyone - even if I am in my 40s!
I reckon it was my hormones that made me see him as a sex god - sodding things.
Don't buy your hat yet, Lala. I'm really enjoying being single at the moment and am beginning to think I'm subconsciously choosing blokes that will keep me that way. In fact, I can't even be bothered to set up a date with man number 7 and haven't even chosen him from a group I've got stashed away in my cellar - erm... I mean my computer. Sorry, that comes from my old work mates saying that my house has got loads of abandoned and rusting pizza delivery bikes piled up outside as they accused me of dragging the pizza men inside and locking them in my cellar and forcing them to do unnatural acts.
It's not true, of course. I don't like pizza. They're all from the kebab house.
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