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

Man No 6 (Richard Gere) cooked dinner for me last night at his home. Before anyone shouts at me because I’ve only met him twice, I know where he works and he has a job that’s in the public eye. I also got my friend to drop me off and she came in for a glass of wine (to check all seemed safe). My family also knew where I was going.

I wore posh clothes and even heels. He cooked sea bass. It was lovely. He’d lit candles and made everything kind of romantic and we just had a nice evening chatting and I suddenly realised it was after 1am and I got a cab home.

He says he thought I wasn’t interested in him so he’s been a bit slack in making contact (which I hadn't noticed, so he's probably right). He said he wants to get to know me (said he thought I was beautiful :D).

I believed him at the time but today I feel unsure. There’s something about him that I just don’t trust. He talked about wanting kids and stuff like that, which made me feel a bit like he was saying what he thought I wanted to hear. I don’t know. It’s a gut feeling kind of thing that I can’t put my finger on. Maybe I’ve just become extra paranoid after the fat Scouser episode.

He’s also 10 years older than me and he’s pretty serious in his attitude and, although I’ve got a serious side, I’m silly a lot of the time. (Maybe it’s time I grew up ?) I know what it is that bothers me – he makes me feel one dimensional. Or, rather, I make myself feel one dimensional when I’m with him by only allowing him to see one side of me – the serious side. He also talks a lot about himself and doesn’t convince me that he’s listening very intently to what I say. He rarely asks me a question.

Positives are that he is extremely handsome, he’s intelligent and can talk about really interesting stuff. He’s cultured with eclectic tastes, he’s a proper man, compared with the 'boys' I usually date.

I just need to get to know him I suppose.

We did have a 10 or 15 minute snogging session, which was nice (for the first few minutes, though, I did find myself wishing he was Man number 3! (my friend who snogged me at my gate).

Ooh, I’ve snogged three different men in the past week!

Anyway, moving on... Man number 8 has been trying to ring me on my special ‘dating hotline’ but I haven't been home to answer it (think red plastic 70s-type dial phone, think Bat-phone). I’m going to set up a date for later in the week. I wonder what story will unfold from this new one? It’s a slow process this 100 frogs business. I’ve been doing it for three months and I’m not even past the first 10 yet. If I just dated them all once it would be quicker, but each date turns into a mini ‘relationship’.

This game really is good fun – quite addictive. I’d recommend it to anyone.