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

OK. The lead up to finding number seven was a bit weird - there was the pathetic miserable one that loathed wuffas and then then next guy got possessive and angry before we'd even met!

My friends always warn me (and, funnily enough, it's always my male friends that warn me) of the dangers of T'internet dating. My friend's husband even said: "You'll get some weirdo who will drag you down an alley and brick you to death." That sounds extreme but it did happen to one woman a few years ago in South London - and she was a doctor at a surgery just around the corner from where I lived, which makes it a bit creepy and close to home.

I'm pretty careful, safety wise, though and don't really worry too much. But I talked to a bloke on the phone for five minutes, got on ok and loosely arranged what I thought was going to be date with Man number 7. Then my friend Max phoned up and asked me to go camping in the Lake District for the weekend.

I phoned bloke and told him I had to cancel the date. Told him why and he actually offered to come camping with me and my friend (at the time I knew he was presuming my camping buddy was a girl and didn't know that Max is a 6ft 4in bloke). He was deadly serious and when I said no way, he tried to persuade me to let him come, asking questions about where we were going to be. I got a creepy cold hair on the back of my neck feeling about it - the word 'deadly' is right.

I decided to send him a polite 'Dear John' email when I got back on Monday. On Sunday I got a text saying: "I'm at home. Call me." I ignored it. Then Monday morning I got a text saying "Why didn't you ring me!?"

I ignored it.

Later that day, before I'd had a chance to email he rang me up and started shouting at me. "I was home last night and you didn't ring me. Why not? You said you'd be back from camping and I sat there waiting for you to ring like an idiot."

I almost spat my cup of coffee down my nose with the shock. He said: "Oh, never mind," and slammed the phone down. Then I recieved a spate of offensive emails and have had to block him from being able to contact me.

I'm a bit wary now and a little more discerning about who I carry on conversations with. It's freaked me out a bit and he knows what I look like and the area that I live in, so I'm still not feeling 100 per cent happy with the situation.

I know I've just confessed to loving all animals indiscrimiately, but he's one frog I'd like to step on and squish.

Ok, ok, I'll tell you about date number seven next!