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 was in a bad mood when I wrote the last post – probably an indignant reaction to the rejection of Man number 9 (ouch!). I really can’t be bothered to play that game. I don’t think I could be that false anyway. There’s much too much effort involved.

So on we go in the same old trial and error fashion. Anyway, I didn't have to pretend I didn't fancy the next bloke!

Introducing Man No 10 (Lurch)

I had to cancel some plans and found myself left with not much to do on Saturday night so I went on my dating site and arranged a last-minute date with a completely new man (who became man number 10). We talked on the phone for five minutes and arranged to meet up at 7 o’clock.

He was VILE!

He was 6ft 3in aggressive, controlling bag of testosterone. He looked like Lurch from The Addams Family. He was thick, ignorant, bigoted, rude and nasty just the foulest person I’ve ever met in my life, physically and mentally. He slagged off all his other dates viciously. He told me that it was impossible for me to be friends men because: “It’s impossible for human beings to have genuine friendships with the opposite sex without there being sex involved.” He told me in detail how he’d had five one-night-stands out of seven dates and how one of them had breast implants, which he didn’t like the feel of (all said while staring without embarrassment directly at my tits).

Every time I said anything he would sneer at me and disagree with it.

Halfway through the second drink I said: “This isn’t working, is it?”
He said: “Shall we go after this one?”
I said: “Shall we go now?”
He said: “Yes, I’d much rather be at home watching television.”

Which was exactly what I was thinking! I missed Doctor Who to go out with that!

It makes me want to yak up just thinking about him.

Bleeeuuuuuuugggghhh!