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 met man number 7 in a bar around the corner from my house as he lives in the next town. He’s a ‘fat’* Scouser.

That might sound bad to you but, to me, it’s not. I’m in touch with what I really find attractive, rather than what the media says I should find attractive (if you’ll forgive me a short bout of shallowness with the Richard Gere escapade, that is) and fat Scousers come under the ‘attractive’ umbrella for me.

He’s over 6ft tall and bulky and muscly and I felt really small standing next to him. I’m tall for a girl so it makes a change and I felt quite feminine.

I know, I know, physicality isn’t everything! But we both talked so much all night with no space for breath. There are a lot of donkeys around here dragging themselves about by their front legs, I can tell you.

He was a complete gentleman and extreeeeeeeemly sexy, with gorgeous eyes. When he talked to me he held my gaze in such a steady and intense way that I thought I was going to fall off my chair.

We didn't kiss goodnight but it was my fault. I wanted to. Maybe it's a good thing.

And – get this – sent me a text after the date saying: “I had a great time and will have a great time next time we go out!” We hadn’t even mentioned a next time – but how confident and self assured is that! Blimey, pass me the smelling salts!

That was Sunday. He stuck to the three-day rule (men!) and texted me today asking when we’re going out next but said he was busy this weekend. I have it all in perspective though and am arranging Man number 8 as we speak. After all, if you land a good job, and someone else asks you to go in for an interview you don’t turn them down. Got to keep my options open (keeps me calm).

So, after the downside to Internet dating in my last post, this is the upside. Also, have now forged a great friendship with man number 3 (who now has a girlfriend) and we went out last night and I laughed until my sides hurt. I almost told him about this blog but then I remembered that I've slagged him off on here for being tight with money. Oops.

So meeting men on the internet isn’t all bad – in fact the good far outweighs the bad as far as I’m concerned.

* fat (ft) n 1: Any body with more flesh than is illustrated in the media ideal. 2: Something to get your hands on.