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

What a marvel Internet dating is! I've now got a very exciting week ahead of me next week and I just don't know how I'm going to fit it all in. As well as my usual social whirl and my very interesting job wot I love, I'm being taken out for dinner by goregous Scouse Man no 7 on Tuesday, while Gere-tastic Man No 6 is cooking dinner for me at his house on Wedenesday and I've got a date with the yet-unmet Man No 8 on Friday.

Whaddya think of that all you doubters and predictors of doom and gloom?

I feel like a debutante or a film star - and I'm a 42-year-old ordinary bird! I was never single before Internet dating existed and from the poor pickings that seem to be avialable in real life, I've no idea how the human race has made it this far. I can now search the whole country for exactly the type of man I want to meet at the touch of a button - like shopping!

The similarity beween date surfing and doing your supermarket shopping from home is evident if a bit distasteful to point out, but the advantages of this relationship are enormous. While it's true that you can't squeeze the product to find out if it's fresh, you have to trust the description on the 'profile' and you never know what you're going to get, are unsure of exact sizes and can often receive a replacement product instead of the one you ordered, the sheer availabilty makes up for all of that.

If I had refused to resort to the Internet for this 'experiment' (which is really a genuine search for true love but expressed in with an interesting angle :-) I'd have had two dates so far - and one of them wouldn't have turned up! It would be a very dull blog indeed - and the chances of finding someone would have been so low, that I'd probably have given up.

So hooray for sites with shelves packed with men (and women) of all shapes and sizes and hip hip hooray for being able to pick and choose.

Being single is ace.