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

Right. Here I am 10 men, I don’t know how many dates and almost four months into this ‘experiment’. There have been times when it’s been really exciting and times when I’ve felt like giving up. For about a week I’ve been thinking that I might have exhausted the supply of eligible men around these parts. The ones I’ve had contact with have been a bit ‘bottom of the barrel’ and I’ve had to put some effort into scraping it.

To show you what I mean, here’s an example of a recent message:

hi cheeky. what the hell aM I DOING i am supposed to be sweet talking you trying to get you in bed get ure knickers off blah blah blah i just cant be assed . can people not be friends and chat. don't get me wrong I'm good in the bedroom department(i ave been told and i have the teeshirt) i cant believe i had to get my thesaurus out to spell teeshirt is it one of them words or am i just thick. dont dont tell me i think i know night sweet dreams sexy ( trying to turn on the charm to cover that im a boring bastard) more kisses xxxxxnot actually men find that vulnerable trait very attractive makes them feel needed PLUS SHES GOT GOOD TITS no really just put that in to wind you up. (bet it worked!!!)xXx

That was the second message after one reply from me that was just a polite thank you for his first message.

Wha?

But, even after a spate of men who seem to belong more to some sort of care in the community scheme than a dating site, I’m NOT giving up! Failure is not an option. I’m sure if I just keep on pushing through this dry spot there will be a ‘strawberry patch of Gregory Pecks’* waiting for me with brooding eyes and pearly teeth, wearing wet shirts that cling, transluscent, to their ripped torsos, because they’ve had to jump in the lake for a swim to cool their unbearable passion for me.

No?

OK, at least someone I fancy who can have a conversation. Surely that’s not too much to ask?

I suppose this is a kind of milestone period – I’m up to a round 10 men and looking back it’s been quite an adventure. The result is that I’ve made two good friends (No 3, Ed Norton, No9 – my favourite one that went pear shaped – and am still dating No 6, Richard Gere). That’s not bad going I suppose.

I wonder what the next 10 men are going to bring. Let’s hope there are some sane ones left. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Anyone got any single mates?

* My favourite line ever from Ethel in EastEnders.