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

Number 9 has gone cold. He was keen on the date, phoned me twice yesterday, last night for another two hours. He gave me some mixed messages during that long conversation. Not really sure what’s going on. He made a date for Saturday and then broke it all in the same sentence. He’s stalling about making a second date. He said all sorts of mixed up things that have confused the hell out of me and his attitude is entirely different from the one on our date when he spent most of the time looking into my eyes like he thought I was the best thing he’s ever seen.

When we parted on Sunday he seemed pretty bowled over.

Then he changed – just like that. He said he wants to see me again but it’s like he’s reeled back everything he said and did on the date. I KNOW that he definitely wasn’t acting in order to get me into bed because he didn’t try anything and HE was the one who set the boundaries for that before we met.

He knows I’m quite keen, so that may be it. Don’t you just hate men? I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I feel really upset.

Anyway, stuff him. I’m not going to lose sleep over it. He can get lost. I’ve just made not one date, not two, but three! I’m now going out later this week and next week with Men numbers 3, 6 and 7 (Ed Norton, Richard Gere and Fat Scouser). And I’ve started and earnest search for Man number 10. I would have loved it to have gone somewhere with No 9 – he is gorgeous. But there is absolutely no way on earth I’m letting anyone mess me about.

NEXT, NEXT and NEXT!!