http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/en-EUMokoFeed10http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/b8/0a542ad1bb1024d0c04334d7d13d15_160x200.jpghttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2009/06/29/got-engaged-to-my-prince-6421500/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2009-06-29:/2009/06/29/got-engaged-to-my-prince-6421500/Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:47:23 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman who was dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right but then she found him</em></p> <p>Blimey! Here we are two years in and he asked me to marry him. I said yes, of course. I've got a nice sparkly ring and am still very much in love. We moved in together and are buying a house.</p> <p>It hasn't been smooth sailing all the way, of course. No relationship ever is. But it's been the best one I've ever had and I am very happy.</p> <p>I feel very grateful for the fortune I've had after so many years of fear of commitment.</p> <p>I'm so glad that I started this blog in an effort to find my prince. I know I only got to Man number 11 and I did kiss only 10 frogs - but without it I probably wouldn't have met him. If anyone wants to look for love and take over authorship of this blog - it is a very lucky and sure fire way to meet your soul mate!</p> <p>So this is an invitation to anyone out there who wants to continue carrying the 100 frogs mantle and use it to find the love of their life.</p> <p>It's the best thing I ever did.</p> <p>OHF xxx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2009/06/29/got-engaged-to-my-prince-6421500/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>internet-datingsoul-mateloveengagementdatingromancehttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2009/06/29/got-engaged-to-my-prince-6421500/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/08/04/in-retrospect-4540499/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2008-08-04:/2008/08/04/in-retrospect-4540499/Mon, 04 Aug 2008 11:14:41 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman who was dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right but then she found him</em></p> <p>Man number 11 and me have now past our one-year anniversary. It was a month ago. I’ve just read through this blog and I have really enjoyed myself since I started it. Things have changed for sure. I’ve had contact with a couple of men that I dated – a text and an email here and there. I recently had a few emails from Man number 9.</p> <p>He met someone and moved in with her soon after our date. I remember really liking him and was a bit upset when it turned out he didn’t like me as much. But now he’s been emailing me asking for help and advice because his relationship has gone wrong.</p> <p>It turns out he’s gone off her. The worst thing about it is that she’s pregnant and he’s asked her to move out. In his email he said: “I don’t want to do her anymore.”</p> <p>I was quite sympathetic with him at first but then after he went into the details I could see that he was just a very damaged and selfish person and I stopped contacting him. I did tell him also that I thought what he’d done was despicable and said I’m glad I didn’t get involved with him.</p> <p>I can’t help thinking she’ll be absolutely devastated. I feel very sorry for her and don’t want to think about how alone and lost she must feel. From what he said it looks like he didn’t give her any idea that he was having negative feelings and so must have dropped the “I don’t love you,” thing on her like a nuclear bomb.</p> <p>It just shows you that you should try not to judge when things go wrong in your life because if I’d known the outcome of this I would have been very pleased that it didn’t work out instead of being upset.</p> <p>Anyway, I’m very happy to be with the lovely Man Number 11 and wouldn’t want any of the frogs I previously dated or any of the future frogs that I would have dated if we hadn’t been in the same place at the same time just over a year ago. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/08/04/in-retrospect-4540499/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/08/04/in-retrospect-4540499/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/05/15/title-4177413/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2008-05-15:/2008/05/15/title-4177413/Thu, 15 May 2008 14:07:04 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman who was dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right but then she found him</em></p> <p>Me and Man number 11 are buying a house together. It's been 10 months now since we met and we've had long enough to get to know each other and to make the decision that we want to stay together. He was a bit slower than me at deciding and wouldn't talk about the future for quite a long time - but how could he resist in the end?! :-)</p> <p>He asked me a few weeks ago. I'm very happy. I've definitely taken the female role in the relationship as he's a man's man and he can never be coerced or pushed into things. I know I have to just leave him to make his own mind up about things - especially things like this. </p> <p>I'm a bit bolshy and independent and I never thought I'd hear myself say this but I like the feeling of being looked after by him. Don't get me wrong, I'm a feminist and I have a very feminist job and I pay my way and I make joint decisions that we make in the relationship but I'm really happy that he's so masculine and that he takes control of things, takes care of me and protects me when I want to be protected.</p> <p>All the other men I've had relationships with have been very helpless and a bit useless in lots of ways and I've struggled with this. They were ok at first, in the 'let's pretend I'm what you want me to be' (the first three months) but they slowly revealed their true 'little boy' selves over time and by then it was too late. It was hard to extract myself.</p> <p>Man number 11 has remained consistent. Even his bad points were evident very quickly and he is upfront and straightforward all the time. His good points far outweigh his bad ones.</p> <p>I'm sure he feels the same way about me. :-)</p> <p>Anyway, we're buying a house together and becoming a proper family. </p> <p>I can't believe how far I've come since I started this blog - on a mission to find Mr Right. It's only just over a year ago (around 16 months) and it really didn't take as long as I thought.</p> <p>If you want something, the best thing you can do is decide exactly what that is and then go for it. This blog proves it.</p> <p>OHF x</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/05/15/title-4177413/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/05/15/title-4177413/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/03/14/love-3875669/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2008-03-14:/2008/03/14/love-3875669/Fri, 14 Mar 2008 12:02:05 +0100 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman who was dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right but then she found him</em></p> <p>I’ve been with Man number 11 for eight months now and we have our ups and downs like anyone else and he can be extraordinarily grumpy and we have ‘issues’ that we constantly work on – but I’m totally in love. My eyes have transformed into filtered camera lenses when I look at him and a normal guy becomes Cary Grant or George Clooney. I know this is good old oxytocin and that I’m deluded but I don’t want it to be any other way. I love him in the old fashioned way that I thought was fantasy or just something that people made up for films and stories and songs.</p> <p>The problem is that wherever I turn there is negativity about this and apparently, according to self-help books and general advice, I’m a ‘disappearing woman’ because my relationship is the most important thing in my life and I want to be with him when I can. </p> <p>One of my friends last night said: “When I met you, you were an independent woman and I thought if you found a relationship, you’d have it as a sort of ‘bolt-on’ to the rest of your life but what’s happened is that you have the rest of your life as a bolt-on to your relationship.”</p> <p>I found myself agreeing and almost apologising and putting myself down a bit because it’s not the first time it’s been pointed out and everywhere I look I’m being ‘told’ that what I feel is wrong.</p> <p>I have two or sometimes three precious nights with him at weekends because he works away most weeks, apart from occasionally when I might see him for one night in the week. And I do shift things about to make time for him, simply because when he’s there it’s the most exciting thing – like I felt on Christmas night when I was 10 years old – and anyone else in my position would do EXACTLY the same.</p> <p>I’ve been really worried about this and stressed and thinking I have to stop feeling this way and stop making him so important and build up the rest of my life. I’ve really been upset and making an effort to pull away from him. Then this morning it struck me that my life is ok – better than ok. In all other areas, I am exactly where I should be and where I would have been if I hadn’t met him. </p> <p>I was listening to the radio when I realised. Every song they played had lyrics about love and how overwhelming it is. And I thought: “Hang on a minute…! Why am I letting myself get stressed out by something that is totally natural but which it has become fashionable to slate and rebel against?”</p> <p>Well, I have to tell you, everything else DOES mean less than he does but that doesn’t mean that my feelings about the rest of my life have changed and that all of it has suddenly shrunk in comparison, it means that I just found something much bigger than the rest of my life!</p> <p>All I feel is the same feeling that all the songs and stories and films are about. The same feeling that the poets wrote about and you and the ‘experts’ can boil it down to biology and hormonal trickery as much as you like in your big cauldron of cynical pop psychology and so-called science but get the feeling yourself and you will also want to drown in it. </p> <p class="center"><em>How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.</em></p> <p>Love IS massive and it does explode into your life and change things – it changes you! There’s nothing wrong with the way that I feel and when I think sensibly about it and look at my life I can see that it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me and I really don’t want to change it.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/03/14/love-3875669/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>datinghormoneslovepoetspassionhttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2008/03/14/love-3875669/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/here_we_are_at_five_months~3409439/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-12-07:/2007/12/07/here_we_are_at_five_months~3409439/Fri, 07 Dec 2007 15:50:53 +0100 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>It’s five months tomorrow since I first dated Number 11. We’ve had our ups and downs since the last time I posted, but nothing out of the ordinary – a few rows and some insecurities and the usual adjustments to each other’s habits and personalities (he’s a right grumpy git).</p> <p>It’s the best relationship I’ve ever been in by far. We have more in common than I imagined was possible (being grumpy and git-like for a start) and for the first time he comes first! I always used to worry about what my friends/family thought of my men and I’d often look at them through the eyes of others (often imagining faults that weren’t even there and seing some that were!). This time it’s just me and him and that’s it. In past relationships I’ve realised what I’m doing wasn’t very nice and made a big effort to put my boyfriend first. Sometimes it was hard as I was so easily influenced by other people and I would cringe at things boyfriends said or did. It was like I felt responsible for them, as if they were a part of me or a reflection of me that I had no control over. Now I realise that it might not have been about me being easily influenced but more about me being with the wrong men. This time I don’t even have to make an effort to put him first – he just is.</p> <p>What anyone else thinks is totally irrelevant and I don’t even think about it. I look at him through my own eyes. And he makes me go weak at the knees.</p> <p>We have our separate lives and our separate things still at the moment (which is only healthy after just five months) and we haven’t discussed the future at all, but we feel very close even when we’re not together and I really like that feeling. </p> <p>It’s funny but Fat Scouser called me last week and asked me out again after all this time. Imagine that?! Remember how much I liked him? (Remember when he felt the tops of my Magic Knickers!? Eeek! *Blush*). I agreed to go out as friends but told him I’m happily with someone now. I don’t know if we’ll go out but I’ll post if we do.</p> <p>I’m looking forward to Christmas this year – which sort of begins tomorrow for me (the parties start!). This year on Christmas day it’s just me and him. I can’t wait. Anyone who knows me will know how much I usually hate Christmas – not this year!</p> <p>Anyway I’ll stop being all smug and loved up and wish you all a very VERY happy Christmas and a great New Year.</p> <p>I hope you all get what you’re looking for.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/here_we_are_at_five_months~3409439/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/here_we_are_at_five_months~3409439/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/10/17/three_months_in~3150549/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-10-17:/2007/10/17/three_months_in~3150549/Wed, 17 Oct 2007 14:36:02 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>...still going strong. :-)</p> <p><img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/809/beatingheart2at4.gif" alt="Beating heart" title="beating heart"></p> <p>We're still together. Going on holiday next week - with him and his kids! </p> <p>There was lots of trouble with his ex (wants him back) and other people stirring but after an initial hiccup, he hasn't let me down since. He always puts me first. He is a true gentleman and he's doing everything right, from phoning me daily (several times actually), inviting me out with his family and I even go to his mum and dad's for sunday lunch. He is always on the look out for something that he can help me with - he went down to London with a van and loaded all of my furniture into it and brought it back. He fixes things around my house without me asking. He's given me so much stuff and it's like he's always trying to figure out how he can make my life better/easier/happier.</p> <p>If we're out I catch him staring at me across the room and he does a wonky smile that makes me almost fall over. </p> <p>On our three month anniversary, which I thought wasn't really a proper anniversary, he turned up with red roses and chocolates.</p> <p>I'm very happy, very in love, I fancy him like mad and I really can't see me ever moving on to Man number 12 - I think I got the prince. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/10/17/three_months_in~3150549/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/10/17/three_months_in~3150549/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/going_going_gone~2691703/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-07-24:/2007/07/24/going_going_gone~2691703/Tue, 24 Jul 2007 11:27:40 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>What a dull way to end all of this! I suppose it was inevitable really. I know it could be more of a 100 frogs holiday but, at the moment, despite Prince number 1, Man number 11's love rivals, I'm just not interested in anyone else.</p> <p>Man number 3 (Ed Norton) came round last night and I felt none of the attraction I had before. Man number 6 (Gere) also phoned and I felt the same. Nothing! Dead! (Put it this way, I managed to get rid of No 3 early on and was back in the arms of No 11 by 9pm.)</p> <p>It might wear off. After all I am the most fickle woman on the planet. But, for now, I think it might all be over.</p> <p>It's been an exciting time.</p> <p>Here's my first ever post, written over four months ago:</p> <blockquote><p>They say that it's more difficult for a single woman in her 40s to find a partner than a woman in her 20s. Statistics prove this, apparently. </p> <p>Well I'm 42, single, and am here to show that the only reason that it is ever difficult to get anything that you want is if you believe that it's difficult - if you believe the statistics.</p> <p>I am about to go on a mission - a dating spree. An adventure in finding love. And I'm going to share that adventure with you. Over the next 100 weeks, I'm going to date 100 men and I'm going to tell you all about each date - how I met them, what they were like, why they were right or wrong for me, how I felt and if they're likely to be my soul mate or not. All names will be kept confidential, and all identifying material will be removed.</p> <p>This is not just for women in their 40s but this is for anyone who sits back and lets themselves be told what they can and can't do. This is for people who don't want to just sit back and let life happen to them.</p> <p>Why one hundred men? Why not? I can't just sit here and wait for my soul mate to turn up. He's not going to knock on my door in the middle of EastEnders and carry me off into the sunset. I have to go out and look for him.</p></blockquote> <p>So it just proves that I was right. I might have found my soul mate, I might not. Who knows? But if I haven't and it all falls apart, all I have to do is repeat what I've done here. There is absolutely no chance of a different outcome - if I had to do this again, I'd end up meeting someone sooner or later - AND I'd have a fantastic time on the journey. </p> <p>You can always get what you want if you refuse to give up, never recognise failure and keep pushing through when things seem hopeless. This principle applies to anything - not just finding a partner. Try it and see for yourself.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/going_going_gone~2691703/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/going_going_gone~2691703/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/still_hopping_around~2685299/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/still_hopping_around~2685299/Mon, 23 Jul 2007 10:34:26 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>You'll have to forgive me if this doesn't make any sense. I've got a minging hangover</p> <p>Anyway,</p> <p>When I think something is as it is, there's always a new twist in this tale.</p> <p>I was at the local pub yesterday and boyfriend (Man number 11) turned up. His ex girlfriend was there. He said he'd been round to her house and told her about us and she was fine with it but he'd promised not to 'rub her nose in it', meaning that he wouldn't be holding hands or being affectionate. When he left, he said: "Sorry I can't kiss you goodbye."</p> <p>Is it me or should he be putting me first? I don't want to snog his face off in front of her - she seems like a really nice woman - but for him to not even give me a peck goodbye seems a bit strange to me. It kind of says: "You are lower down than my ex on the scale of importance."</p> <p>Other than that he's been really lovely. He told me he thinks he's falling for me and that no one has ever had such a big impact on his life in such a short time. </p> <p>But...</p> <p>The thing is Man number 3 (Ed Norton who became my friend and got a girlfriend and then snogged my face off one night at my garden gate) rang me yesterday at the time of Man number 11's 'snubbing'. He's split up with his girlfriend and he wants to see me.</p> <p>So I'm cooking him dinner tonight. He is my friend, so there's nowt wrong in this.</p> <p>Is there?</p> <p>My annoyance at No 11's mistreatment did fuel my decision to ask him round, but I like him anyway and I want to see him. </p> <p>Oh, yes, and Richard Gere (Man number 6)keeps texting me.</p> <p>Looks like 100 frogs is squashed but still alive!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/still_hopping_around~2685299/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>frog-blog-datinghttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/still_hopping_around~2685299/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/20/frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_~2671438/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-07-20:/2007/07/20/frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_~2671438/Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:19:09 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>Right. Things have taken an unexpected turn. I have a boyfriend.</p> <p>Man number 11 turned out to be a prince but it took a while for the Frog spell to wear off. He kind of sat there in his little green warty skin croaking away and then BAM! Suddenly there he stood – six foot four, swirling his ermine cape with a bejewelled crown atop his royal bonce.</p> <p>I don't know what this means for this blog. Either it has to end or I can carry it on – because, to be honest, no one knows what’s going to happen with this thing as it's such early days.</p> <p>He's whisked me off my feet a bit – and I can tell he's smitten. He skived the day off work to take me to the seaside on Tuesday and he can't seem to get enough of seeing me. He has asked me very nicely not to do any more internet dating and to give up this 100 Frogs lark. I'm sorry. I know this is bad news. But I can't refuse, can I?</p> <p>Last night I revealed our secret relationship and the village is rife with gossip about us. We were out separately with friends and he gave me a hug at the bar in our local and the place fell silent. It was like The Slaughtered Lamb in American Werewolf In London. The barmaid's jaw dropped open her colleague had to help her to close her mouth. I heard someone behind me say: “How long has this been going on?” </p> <p>And I went to meet my brother in a pub 20 minutes walk away and the people in there knew everything by the time I got there!</p> <p>The villagers are revolting!</p> <p>I could carry on reporting on how a lifelong commitment-phobic woman who's ended every single relationship she's ever been in gets on trying to stay in a relationship once and for all, in the face of village-wide disapproval and resistance.</p> <p>It doesn't really go with the blog's theme, does it?</p> <p>One good thing: I am very happy.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/20/frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_~2671438/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/20/frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_frog_~2671438/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/title~2603082/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-07-09:/2007/07/09/title~2603082/Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:06:08 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I’ve been out with Man number 11. I met him in real life – in a bar, of all places. I’ve seen him before and we’ve ‘given each other the eye’ in the past. The funny thing about this is that he’s on the same dating site as me and instead of taking my number he took my username and contacted me via private message. Internet dating even leaks into real life!</p> <p>Not really got anything entertaining or amusing to say really. He’s nice looking (looks like Paul Whitehouse but handsomer), he’s tall (over 6ft), and he seems quite nice. We weren't stuck for conversation.</p> <p>Of course as the golden rule of dating insists, he probably fancies me because I was a bit reserved and he might think that I don’t fancy him.</p> <p>I'm in two minds about whether to take this further because I know people that he knows and I do see him around the ‘village’. His ex and her friends don’t ever like girls he goes out with. What am I doing?</p> <p>This could turn into a cat fight.</p> <p><img src="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/8177/catfightyi6.png" alt="cat fight" title="cat fight"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/title~2603082/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/title~2603082/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/06/ten_men_then~2584532/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-07-06:/2007/07/06/ten_men_then~2584532/Fri, 06 Jul 2007 12:19:39 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>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.</p> <p>To show you what I mean, here’s an example of a recent message: </p> <blockquote><p>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</p></blockquote> <p>That was the second message after one reply from me that was just a polite thank you for his first message.</p> <p>Wha?</p> <p>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.</p> <p>No?</p> <p>OK, at least someone I fancy who can have a conversation. Surely that’s not too much to ask?</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>Anyone got any single mates?</p> <p><em>* My favourite line ever from Ethel in EastEnders.</em></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/06/ten_men_then~2584532/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/06/ten_men_then~2584532/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/03/having_a_lovely_time_lord_sorry~2565736/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-07-03:/2007/07/03/having_a_lovely_time_lord_sorry~2565736/Tue, 03 Jul 2007 14:58:16 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>On Sunday evening I went out with Man number 6 (Richard Gere) and what a contrast it was to the Man number 10 debacle! As ever, sophisticated and civilised No 6 took me out for dinner, then to a Belgian bar where we talked and slowly sipped a bowl of the most gorgeous beer I’ve ever tasted (it was like Demerera sugar).</p> <p>He told me that he’s told his six-year-old daughter about me. (Gulp!)</p> <p>I mentioned that I’d missed the last two episodes of Doctor Who and he said he had them recorded and suggested that we go back to his place and watch them. So we did. I sat on cushions on the floor and watched them both (God-like genius episodes, of course). He sat on the sofa and refilled my drink when it was empty and even stroked my hair! I had a really nice time.</p> <p>It’s a very slow burning thing we’ve got going here – I only see him every few weeks but we’re becoming good friends and I feel quite relaxed with him. I don’t feel any anxious or overwhelming feelings of attraction but he is a lovely person and handsome in the extreme and it feels normal to walk along the street holding his hand. </p> <p>Maybe my theory is right after all and we're slowly growing to like each other because neither of us seems anxious or over keen? I’m also quite reserved with him and I reveal myself a little bit at a time, which might seem more enigmatic than my usual spilling of my entire brain right out onto the table. I don’t know. It’s all good though.</p> <p>Anyway, I’m due to go out with Man number 7 (fat Scouser) again later this week. :-) Wonder what's going to happen there?</p> <p>Fickle? Who? me? </p> <p>No I'm not.</p> <p>What? </p> <p>Stop it.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/03/having_a_lovely_time_lord_sorry~2565736/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/03/having_a_lovely_time_lord_sorry~2565736/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/02/refusing_to_play_by_my_own_rules~2558923/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-07-02:/2007/07/02/refusing_to_play_by_my_own_rules~2558923/Mon, 02 Jul 2007 15:31:15 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>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.</p> <p>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!</p> <p>Introducing Man No 10 (Lurch)</p> <p><img src="http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/2784/lurchvg5.jpg" alt="lurch" title="lurch"></p> <p>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.</p> <p>He was VILE!</p> <p>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).</p> <p>Every time I said anything he would sneer at me and disagree with it. </p> <p>Halfway through the second drink I said: “This isn’t working, is it?”<br> He said: “Shall we go after this one?”<br> I said: “Shall we go now?”<br> He said: “Yes, I’d much rather be at home watching television.”</p> <p>Which was exactly what I was thinking! I missed Doctor Who to go out with that!</p> <p>It makes me want to yak up just thinking about him.</p> <p>Bleeeuuuuuuugggghhh!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/02/refusing_to_play_by_my_own_rules~2558923/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/07/02/refusing_to_play_by_my_own_rules~2558923/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/29/it_s_the_dating_game_but_who_s_the_game~2541182/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-29:/2007/06/29/it_s_the_dating_game_but_who_s_the_game~2541182/Fri, 29 Jun 2007 10:39:48 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I realise that even though it’s a bit cynical to call this dating spree a game, a game is indeed what it is. And I think it’s the same for every single person the world over. The dating itself is a game and I am also the game because, although it looks like I’m the one seeking a man, I am definitely the one being hunted.</p> <p>I hate books such as The Rules and I hate when people work out formulas that tell you how to behave in order to get what you want (How To Win Friends And Influence People – yuk! That’s so dark.) But it’s inevitable that I should start to see patterns in psychology and behaviour if I’m getting so much dating experience. And I have, I’m afraid, come to my first conclusion – a fact – which, if I want to do this right (do I?), I’m going to have to consider and change my behaviour accordingly.</p> <p>This fact is (are you ready?):</p> <p><strong>Men only want women that they think don’t fancy them.</strong></p> <p>I’ll say it again:</p> <p><strong>Men only want women that they think don’t fancy them.</strong></p> <p>This has been the only consistent thing that I’ve noticed from all nine men and more or less 20 dates. Maybe it’s a generalisation and my 9 men and 20 dates aren’t typical of the average male behaviour. It’s possible. It could be just a ‘human’ thing and not a male thing at all – but I’ve looked back over my life (have often still fancied men that fancied me) and even No 9 on last Sunday’s date - I thought he fancied me and I still fancied him. Girlfriends are often thrilled when blokes they fancy fancy them back.</p> <p>If you’re a bloke and you’re reading this, you might object. But think about it first on an individual case-by-case basis. Let me know if I’m wrong. </p> <p>The men that I’ve still got hanging around are unsure about whether I like them enough I think – because I won’t jump into bed with ‘em and I’ve been reserved. If I have begun to be unreserved and show that I do fancy them, all of them have immediately backed off. Remember Fat Scouser relegating me from weekend girl to midweek girl? That was because I got a bit tipsy and behaved like I liked him.</p> <p>So – this calls for an experiment. Is that wrong? I don’t think it is really because the men are definitely playing games with me and I’ve pretty much been myself and even though it sometimes feels like I’m stumbling blindfolded through a field full of landmines, I haven’t really tried very hard to do anything that could be described as manipulation. They, on the other hand, are constantly trying to manipulate me into sex. I’m well aware that that’s the only reason that some of them are still around!</p> <p>Anyway this is such fun who cares if it’s wrong!!!</p> <p>Experiment.</p> <p>On the next dates I go on, I will behave like I really don’t fancy them – especially if I do fancy them. Even if I’ve been out with them before.</p> <p>Should I look slightly bored? Should I be self-obsessed and talk over them and stop listening to them (I do a lot of listening at the moment, especially with No 6 (Gere).)? Should I stare around the room as if I’m looking for another bloke?</p> <p>I need to get it right.</p> <p>Any tips on how to act like I don’t fancy them would be appreciated (as long as its not repeating the farting episode but while lifting one cheek of the chair, announcing: “Better out than in.”)</p> <p>Let’s see what happens.</p> <p>This is all so bad and I feel a bit guilty doing this because I know it’s wrong – but it’s just so much fun! It doesn’t matter anyway if it backfires because it might have it’s ups and downs, but I’m kind of enjoying the single life too much at the moment to give it up – I’m hoping to get to at least Man Number 90.</p> <p>The hunted turns into the hunter.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/29/it_s_the_dating_game_but_who_s_the_game~2541182/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/29/it_s_the_dating_game_but_who_s_the_game~2541182/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/26/it_s_all_gone_pear_shaped~2525625/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-26:/2007/06/26/it_s_all_gone_pear_shaped~2525625/Tue, 26 Jun 2007 20:28:04 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>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.</p> <p>When we parted on Sunday he seemed pretty bowled over.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>NEXT, NEXT and NEXT!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/26/it_s_all_gone_pear_shaped~2525625/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/26/it_s_all_gone_pear_shaped~2525625/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/25/getting_spoilt_for_choice~2516378/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-25:/2007/06/25/getting_spoilt_for_choice~2516378/Mon, 25 Jun 2007 14:41:02 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>Since I last posted I’ve found and dated Man number 9. Our actual communication began weeks ago, as we’ve been sending each other really silly emails about biscuits and stuff. His profile on the dating site is really different, which was what first got me interested.</p> <p>If you’ve been on any of these sites, you’ll know that it’s hard to find someone that doesn’t represent themselves with a string of clichés. One half says things like: “Life is for living” and “I live life to the full.” A classic is: “I like snuggling up in front of a log fire, watching a DVD with a nice bottle of wine,” Etc etc. And the other half seem to be into extreme and dangerous sports and have photos where they’re wrestling a crocodile mid-air after throwing themselves out of a plane or hurling themselves into a ravine with a bunjee rope tied around one toe and stuff. Some of them have so many extreeeeeeme hobbies that it seems unlikely that they’d find time between white water rafting sessions to fit a girlfriend into the picture. It makes you wonder why they’re advertising for a relationship at all, unless they’re liars and just trying to impress and they’re all really at home every night watching CSI.</p> <p>Anyway, number 9’s profile was funny and unusual. I can’t put any of it here for fear of him being identified, but when I read it I laughed so much I snorted coffee out of my nose. But then I had a phone conversation with him a couple of weeks ago and wasn’t that interested. I don’t know what it was. Maybe it was because I was infatuated with the Scouser. So I stopped emailing him, and then the really silly emails gradually all just started up again – his utter daftness lured me in. He’s a musician, and although I’m well known as a musical wasteland the creative process is very similar to that of a writer – creative people are my favourites - so we've got a lot in common.</p> <p>So there it was, bubbling along, until Wednesday this week when we talked on the phone again and ended up staying on the phone for over two hours. Then again the next day and again the next. We’d talked for a total of seven and a half hours by the time we set the date (the next day – yesterday).</p> <p>I was so nervous about meeting him. It was worse than going to the dentist. We’d built up such a strong phone relationship that I was actually afraid that if we didn’t find each other physically attractive, that I’d feel a sense of loss.</p> <p>I sent him a text saying: “You’d better not be a minger.” He replied: “I’m fucking gorgeous.”</p> <p>Anyway, he was!</p> <p>…and intelligent and witty and creative and imaginative and amazing.</p> <p class="center"><img src="http://img392.imageshack.us/img392/7707/cupidla4.gif" alt="cupid" title="cupid"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/25/getting_spoilt_for_choice~2516378/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/25/getting_spoilt_for_choice~2516378/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/18/chimera~2473965/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-18:/2007/06/18/chimera~2473965/Mon, 18 Jun 2007 13:03:02 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>George Clooney (Man no 8) didn’t look like George Clooney at all. I’m going to refer to him as ‘NotGeorge Clooney’ from now on. He was nice though, tall (6ft 2in) good looking, friendly and unusual. </p> <p>When I say unusual, I mean there were aspects of his personality that don’t usually go together in the same bloke.</p> <p>The first 20 minutes of the date was taken up by an argument about which of us was from the most working class background. It started with him asking me if I remember ‘dolly tubs’. I’d heard of them but don’t remember having one (have no idea how it came up, something to do with his dad killing unwanted kittens in one! No idea how that came up!) I said that when I was a kid we had an electric twin tub (in which we definitely didn’t kill any kind of domestic pet) so he accused me of being posh.</p> <p>I objected and we began to get competitive about it and I think I might have won on account of the fact that we didn’t get a colour telly until I was fifteen and we had an outside toilet. </p> <p>It was a close call, though, as while my dad used Brillcreem on his hair, his had couldn’t afford the luxury so he used butter (by the time he got home from the pub it had always gone rancid. Lovely).</p> <p>Now here’s the unusual bit: this bloke is a real Northern ‘lad’, but he’s studying to be a Reiki Master !! So our conversation swung from stag nights and stories of boys’ bravado, drunken nights out with the lads, filthy Chubby Brown jokes (I know) to how to balance your chakras, yin and yang and how to channel your healing energy.</p> <p>It was so weird and, although we got on well and talked non-stop, I left feeling a bit confused. Have I discovered a new species? Is this the 21st Century version of the 90s 'New Man'?</p> <p>He’s nice though. Let’s see where this goes then. My opinion at the moment is that I don’t really want to get into a relationship with him, but friendship would be nice.</p> <p>On my way to finding Man no 9 now.</p> <p>NEXT! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/18/chimera~2473965/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/18/chimera~2473965/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/15/magical_evenings~2459209/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-15:/2007/06/15/magical_evenings~2459209/Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:54:42 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I think it’s time to come clean about some things that have happened on dates that I haven’t mentioned due to acute embarrassment. Now there’s some distance between me and the dates, I’m finding it funny. Besides, it would be unfair of me to hide the gaffes that I’ve made when revealing the truth might prevent others from doing the same.</p> <p>The first embarrassing moment was when I was in the club on the third date with Fat Scouser (Sinbad No 7). Now if any of you women watch those dodgy makeover programmes with Trinny and Susannah or that Gok fella, you’ll know what Magic Knickers are. Well, being drawn in to the undergarment marketing trap, I bought some and wore them on my date with No 7. Now my frock did have smooth lines and there were no lumps or bumps to be seen and I was impressed with the job done by the sturdy Magic Knicker.</p> <p>Unfortunately, though, as he was sitting opposite me he leant forward to kiss me and felt the sides of my thighs. He stopped kissing me abruptly and felt again and said: “Have you got shorts on?”</p> <p>I was absolutely mortified. I reacted by mumbling something about wearing boxer shorts and he seemed happy with that but it was awful! I was well aware that he might know the shameful truth as these unders have had mass coverage in the media lately.</p> <p>I have to warn any girls here – DO NOT wear these dodgy pants EVER. First of all, they make you look ridiculous when your dress is off and even if no one is going to see them they make you feel really unsexy.</p> <p>And what if you’re not as old fashioned as me and you do want to stay for a night of passion? Trinny and Susannah always say “Go to the loo and take them off beforehand.” But where do you put them? I have images of emergency plumbers all over the country fishing massive elasticated bloomers out of the U-bend.</p> <p>Mine are now in the bin.</p> <p>And, even worse than that, believe it or not was Monday’s date with Richard Gere. He’d made it all romantic, remember, with candle light and a table for two. Well I got a lift to his house with a friend who has one of those jobs that no one mentions. She’s a prostitute. Lovely girl she is and I’m not judgemental of what she does, it’s up to her.</p> <p>Anyway, she’s a bit pushy and she wanted to come in to check him out (I think I mentioned that) so come in she did. She gave him the third degree and left. He hated her. She thought he was a ‘pretentious bastard’</p> <p>I forgot that he knew she was a hooker and when she’d gone he was incredulous that I’d brought her to our date. He laughed about it though. I said I thought bringing a prostitute along was the etiquette. I was embarrassed though.</p> <p>And even worse than that! I’ve got a cough and towards the end of a very romantic evening (and remember I was all dressed up in my posh finery) I coughed so hard that I let out a massive fart. I’m sure he heard it. I tried to cover it up by scraping the chair a few times, which must have looked really stupid and just made it worse. He’s a gentleman and he didn’t react – but I know he must have heard it.</p> <p>I can only just think of this without blushing and wanting to die.</p> <p>So I brought along a hooker to the date and then farted loudly.</p> <p>That’s class that is.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/15/magical_evenings~2459209/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>magic-knickershttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/15/magical_evenings~2459209/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/14/ocean_s_eight~2453256/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-14:/2007/06/14/ocean_s_eight~2453256/Thu, 14 Jun 2007 18:41:41 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I've just arranged to go out on Sunday evening with Man No 8. This is a new No 8 as I lost the original one through being lazy and not contacting him. But this new one, and I know it sounds far-fetched after the Richard Gere-alike, really does look like George Clooney. In his photos, anyway.</p> <p>He might not in real life, as I've found that people do tend to put flattering pictures on their profiles. Not that I'm bothered if he's nice and fanciable. We talked on the phone for an hour last night and he had a great personality. He's dry and a bit odd and quirky - and I like that. </p> <p>I also quite like this matching these men up to celebs thing that has evolved - it gives a good visual and stops you having to remember numbers all the time.</p> <p>So George Clooney is next!</p> <p>I wonder what little story is going to come out of this one? Remember that 3, 6 and 7 are still on he scene - for an update read the blog post below. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/14/ocean_s_eight~2453256/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>oceans-elevengeorge-clooneyhttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/14/ocean_s_eight~2453256/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/title~2446161/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-13:/2007/06/13/title~2446161/Wed, 13 Jun 2007 16:11:22 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I’m not sure but I think I’ve just discovered a new pulling technique for girls who want serious relationships and who want to stay in control.</p> <p>Fat Scouser behaved badly, right?</p> <p>Right?</p> <p>But he WAS extremely funny, fun to be with and interesting and really quite sexy. The only thing I didn’t like about him was the intense pressure to go to bed with him. It began to overshadow all the fun we’d had in the beginning. It destroyed a developing friendship.</p> <p>So, as you know I dumped him by text last Saturday.</p> <p>Today I thought about this and decided to text him. I said:</p> <p><em>“Hi, I know you’ll think I’m mad but I thought you were a really nice person – really funny. It would be a shame to lose you. Would you like to go out for a no-strings drink and be friends?”</em></p> <p>He replied instantly with:</p> <p><em>“Hey you. I was thinking the same thing over the weekend. Abso bloody lutely! Don’t think you’re mad at all. If it’s not to be, it’s not to be. But at least we can have a laugh together J It would be lovely to meet up soon. Hope you’re ok. Xx”</em></p> <p>So there’s another avenue open (that’s three now, isn’t it?)</p> <p>So the technique is when you start to lose control of the situation, dump them. Then wait a bit and re-establish contact, changing the circumstances to ‘friendship’. This is really the only real way you can get to know someone anyway. I wonder what I can call the technique? Any ideas on a postcard to... just leave a comment.</p> <p>If you think that’s playing games. I wasn’t. I really did want to meet up with the norty monkey again. Also, if you’re a bloke reading this and you get pissed off with women playing games then stop playing them yourself! What else is pretending to be interested in someone in order to get them into bed?! :-P</p> <p>Here’s a key to the three men on the scene at the moment, so you don’t get lost in names and numbers:</p> <p><strong>Man number 3</strong> (celebrity look-e-like: Edward Norton)<br> <img src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/6416/nortonfw8.jpg" alt="NORTON" title="NORTON"><br> We met, went out five times and I stopped contacting him. He got back in touch after finding a girlfriend and we became friends. He kissed me last week and then apologised.</p> <p><strong>Man number 6</strong> (celebrity look-e-like: Richard Gere)<br> <img src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/9262/gereas8.jpg" alt="gere" title="gere"><br> Slow burning, widely spread dates. Has expressed interest in pursuing some sort of relationship.</p> <p><strong>Man number 7</strong> (celebrity look-e-like: Sinbad out of Brookside)<br> <img src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/2711/sinbadsk4.gif" alt="sinbad" title="sinbad"><br> Have ended dating under pressure to have sex. Now we’re going to go out as friends.</p> <p>So many men... how will I find the time <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/title~2446161/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lovedatinghttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/title~2446161/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/12/ooh_very_grown_up~2438571/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-12:/2007/06/12/ooh_very_grown_up~2438571/Tue, 12 Jun 2007 12:28:17 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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 <img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0">). </p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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. </p> <p>I just need to get to know him I suppose.</p> <p>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).</p> <p>Ooh, I’ve snogged three different men in the past week!</p> <p>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’. </p> <p>This game really is good fun – quite addictive. I’d recommend it to anyone.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/12/ooh_very_grown_up~2438571/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/12/ooh_very_grown_up~2438571/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/no_sex_please_i_m_er_sensible~2432114/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-11:/2007/06/11/no_sex_please_i_m_er_sensible~2432114/Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:13:08 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>Continued…</p> <p>Some people might ask why I’m not sleeping with any of these men. The men themselves (some of them, not Man 3) think I’m a tease and that I’m ‘making them wait’ because of some calculated ‘trick’ that is designed to get them to commit.</p> <p>This opinion seems to be very widely spread. It often goes along with the ‘why shouldn’t women behave like men and get what they want?’ philosophy.</p> <p>Books like Why Men Love Bitches and The Rules and Dating Without Drama all say that after having sex with a new partner you should try to behave exactly like you did before you had sex with them. “Do not call them or become clingy or hassle them in any way. Men need space at this time and if you give them any clues that you have become attached to them and are going to threaten their freedom, they will run a mile.” That’s not a direct quote but it’s essentially what they all say.</p> <p>This is all rubbish. The absolute truth of the matter is that women get loaded up to the eyeballs with oxytocin after sex and they’d become very strongly emotionally bonded to the biggest tosser in the world for a short time. So sleeping with a man and then suffering badly when he ‘needs space’ and doesn’t contact you is really putting his needs before yours.</p> <p>The most dignified and safe way to conduct yourself and to keep your own best interests at heart is to NOT sleep with a man until you are sure he cares about you and that you can at least be real enough with each other to not have to play games afterwards. I’m not talking major commitment, even friendship will do. Sleeping with men who you’re unsure about and whose motives you have any hint of doubt about is foolish and one of the worst things about the attitude of our society. More women get hurt by this than anything else.</p> <p>Women keep on sleeping with men, thinking they’re in control, then trying to deny the horrible feelings they get every time after they’ve done it! Women have to pretend they feel alright about it all because they’re behaving in the modern socially acceptable way. I’m sorry loves, but you’re not men and you’re always going to wake up feeling a strong bond with him – even if he’s a prat. And then he won’t call you and it will hurt like hell. So don’t do it.</p> <p>Anyway that’s why I’m not jumping into bed with them all. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/no_sex_please_i_m_er_sensible~2432114/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/no_sex_please_i_m_er_sensible~2432114/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/the_story_unfolds~2432016/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-11:/2007/06/11/the_story_unfolds~2432016/Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:53:45 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I think a quick day-by-day description of events needs to be written before I go on to my main topic (sex!). I think I might have to do two posts today.</p> <p>I wrote my last blog entry about my feelings for the fat scouser (Man no 7) last Monday. That night I got some quite raunchy text messages from him. I replied with good humour but when they started to to get more and more explicit I asked him to slow down.</p> <p>Tuesday<br> He rang me and apologised, but then asked: “But did you like it?”</p> <p>Wednesday<br> No contact, but I went out with Man No 3 (remember him? The one that is now my friend who has a girlfriend).</p> <p>Thursday<br> Went out to dinner with Fat Scouser. Things were OK at first but then he kept on asking me how long I was going to make him wait before I’d go to bed with him. We arranged to go out at the weekend. Then towards the end of the night, when he’d worked out that I wasn’t going to be a push-over, he said: “I’m not sure about Saturday now. I’ve got a leaving do that I have to make an appearance at and I just feel like being by myself. I’m free midweek next week though.” So I was relegated from weekend girl to midweek girl. Says a lot.</p> <p>Friday<br> Man No 3 (friend) came around and we went out for drinks. I told him about Fat scouser and everything that had happened and he seriously warned me off him. While we were out Fat scouser started to send me a run of obscene texts, including one that demanded I let him get a cab round to my house and sleep with him or he was going to ‘cop off’ with the ‘apocolypse of girls’ he’d already been snogging that night. This seriously threw water on the flames of my desire! Ew! What a prat!</p> <p>Then things took a strange turn. Man No 3 (friend) was leaving and he hugged me and gave me a peck on the lips goodnight and one of those movie moments happened and we launched ourselves at each other and started kissing passionately at my front gate. </p> <p>(I LOVE this life).</p> <p>He left and sent me an apology by text.</p> <p>Saturday<br> I sent Fat Scouser (No 7) a text (it’s all he deserved) saying I didn’t want to see him again.</p> <p>Sunday<br> Man No 3 (more than friend?) came round to ‘explain’ and to say he was sorry and that he felt bad and wanted to make sure I was ok. He also said he was confused about his feelings as he’d always liked me, but now he had a girlfriend. I cried all over him because the snog had ‘woken me up’ to him. (But I’ve got a grip now).</p> <p>It’s like a soapy, isn’t it? </p> <p>I’ve got to know him well and he’s one of the kindest, most considerate people I’ve ever met. The outcome was that we’d stay friends and try to remain in control of ourselves.</p> <p>Hmmm…</p> <p>Time will tell in this storyline.</p> <p>Once one of my friends bought me a Mr Men Book called “Little Miss Fickle”. I’ve only just realised the power of her insight into my psyche! I’m flitting about like I don’t know what – but it’s such good fun.</p> <p>The more and more I get into being single, the less and less I want a serious relationship. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/the_story_unfolds~2432016/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/the_story_unfolds~2432016/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/04/getting_to_seventh_heaven~2391039/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-06-04:/2007/06/04/getting_to_seventh_heaven~2391039/Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:16:49 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>Last week turned out to be quite different from the one planned. On Tuesday I went out with Man number 7 (Scouser) as planned. He took me out to dinner. I then cancelled the date with Man number 6 (Richard Gere-alike) the next day and didn’t confirm the loosely arranged date Friday with Man number 8. The truth is that after the dinner with Man number 7, I didn’t want to go out with anyone else.</p> <p>That doesn’t mean that I won’t – I just didn’t want to that week. I actually ended up going out with No 7 on Saturday too (date number 3). We went drinking and to a club. I can’t remember the last time I got on so well with someone. We were standing outside a bar talking and laughing and he kept on looking at my mouth. My friend calls it ‘the flirting triangle’ – when a man looks at your eyes and then down to your mouth when you’re talking. It is quite sexy and if you want to know what I mean think about how inappropriate it would be to stare intently at the mouth of a platonic friend while they’re talking! Anyway, the looks and the little touches and how closely we were standing made the atmosphere really charged - it was intense. </p> <p>I was mid-sentence when he suddenly grabbed me and kissed me.</p> <p>Pass me a bucket of cold water please.</p> <p>I’ve developed a VERY strong infatuation. The type of thing that makes him look like a movie star through a soft focus lense. The type of thing that makes you not want to eat! Yes. Seriously!</p> <p>It’s so bad that I’ve had to orchestrate a break from seeing him so that I can get a grip. He probably thinks I don’t phone him and I don’t seem over keen to see him because I’m not interested – but it’s because I’m too interested too soon and it’s scary. </p> <p>I’ve only met the man three times for god’s sake – it’s got to be hormones (bloody hormones again!). Good old oxytocin. (the ‘love’ or bonding chemical in the brain, if you didn’t know). I’m Oxy-toxic! </p> <p>When we were in the club, he asked me if I’d go back to his place and I said no. He said: “Right answer.” (And he seemed pleased. That’s an unusual reaction for a man who’s just been turned down for sex). And if my oxytocin levels have risen to this level just by having a few snogs, can you imagine how I’d be feeling if I had gone back to his place? I don’t think I’d be able to get through the day!</p> <p>You might think I’m unromantic or cold. I’m not (I can assure you, what I’m feeling is definitely not cold!), I just want to be practical and sensible. I don’t even know the guy. Everything I feel is based on conclusions I’ve drawn from what I’ve seen so far (which has all been very lovely) and I could be projecting my own ideals on to him. He could turn out to be very different to who I now think he is. Even the most idealistic and starry-eyed people must have to admit that it’s better to be cautious at this early point.</p> <p>Right now, he seems sharp, intelligent, funny and charming and I honestly can’t stop thinking about him and I feel a kind of sick tightening somewhere in the middle of me that is painful and pleasurable at the same time. I feel normal for short periods of time as I get on with everyday stuff and then as I remember I’ve met him it’s suddenly like someone’s jump-started my heart.</p> <p>It’s been so long –SO long since I’ve felt like this. It feels dangerous.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/04/getting_to_seventh_heaven~2391039/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>loveflirtinghttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/06/04/getting_to_seventh_heaven~2391039/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/24/instant_dates_just_add_hot_water~2326605/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-05-24:/2007/05/24/instant_dates_just_add_hot_water~2326605/Thu, 24 May 2007 15:34:53 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>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.</p> <p>Whaddya think of that all you doubters and predictors of doom and gloom?</p> <p>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! </p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>Being single is ace.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/24/instant_dates_just_add_hot_water~2326605/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/24/instant_dates_just_add_hot_water~2326605/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/23/7_3_a_perfect~2321209/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-05-23:/2007/05/23/7_3_a_perfect~2321209/Wed, 23 May 2007 17:40:49 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I met man number 7 in a bar around the corner from my house as he lives in the next town. He’s a ‘fat’* Scouser.</p> <p>That might sound bad to you but, to me, it’s not. I’m in touch with what I really find attractive, rather than what the media says I should find attractive (if you’ll forgive me a short bout of shallowness with the Richard Gere escapade, that is) and fat Scousers come under the ‘attractive’ umbrella for me.</p> <p>He’s over 6ft tall and bulky and muscly and I felt really small standing next to him. I’m tall for a girl so it makes a change and I felt quite feminine.</p> <p>I know, I know, physicality isn’t everything! But we both talked so much all night with no space for breath. There are a lot of donkeys around here dragging themselves about by their front legs, I can tell you.</p> <p>He was a complete gentleman and extreeeeeeeemly sexy, with gorgeous eyes. When he talked to me he held my gaze in such a steady and intense way that I thought I was going to fall off my chair.</p> <p>We didn't kiss goodnight but it was my fault. I wanted to. Maybe it's a good thing.</p> <p>And – get this – sent me a text after the date saying: “I had a great time and will have a great time next time we go out!” We hadn’t even mentioned a next time – but how confident and self assured is that! Blimey, pass me the smelling salts! </p> <p>That was Sunday. He stuck to the three-day rule (men!) and texted me today asking when we’re going out next but said he was busy this weekend. I have it all in perspective though and am arranging Man number 8 as we speak. After all, if you land a good job, and someone else asks you to go in for an interview you don’t turn them down. Got to keep my options open (keeps me calm).</p> <p>So, after the downside to Internet dating in my last post, this is the upside. Also, have now forged a great friendship with man number 3 (who now has a girlfriend) and we went out last night and I laughed until my sides hurt. I almost told him about this blog but then I remembered that I've slagged him off on here for being tight with money. Oops. </p> <p>So meeting men on the internet isn’t all bad – in fact the good far outweighs the bad as far as I’m concerned.</p> <p>* <strong>fat</strong> (ft) n 1: <em>Any body with more flesh than is illustrated in the media ideal. 2: Something to get your hands on.</em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/23/7_3_a_perfect~2321209/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lovedatingeyesinternet-datingsexyscouserhttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/23/7_3_a_perfect~2321209/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/22/six_and_a_half~2313850/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-05-22:/2007/05/22/six_and_a_half~2313850/Tue, 22 May 2007 13:27:00 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>OK. The lead up to finding number seven was a bit weird - there was the pathetic miserable one that loathed wuffas and then then next guy got possessive and angry before we'd even met!</p> <p>My friends always warn me (and, funnily enough, it's always my male friends that warn me) of the dangers of T'internet dating. My friend's husband even said: "You'll get some weirdo who will drag you down an alley and brick you to death." That sounds extreme but it did happen to one woman a few years ago in South London - and she was a doctor at a surgery just around the corner from where I lived, which makes it a bit creepy and close to home.</p> <p>I'm pretty careful, safety wise, though and don't really worry too much. But I talked to a bloke on the phone for five minutes, got on ok and loosely arranged what I thought was going to be date with Man number 7. Then my friend Max phoned up and asked me to go camping in the Lake District for the weekend.</p> <p>I phoned bloke and told him I had to cancel the date. Told him why and he actually offered to come camping with me and my friend (at the time I knew he was presuming my camping buddy was a girl and didn't know that Max is a 6ft 4in bloke). He was deadly serious and when I said no way, he tried to persuade me to let him come, asking questions about where we were going to be. I got a creepy cold hair on the back of my neck feeling about it - the word 'deadly' is right. </p> <p>I decided to send him a polite 'Dear John' email when I got back on Monday. On Sunday I got a text saying: "I'm at home. Call me." I ignored it. Then Monday morning I got a text saying "Why didn't you ring me!?"</p> <p>I ignored it.</p> <p>Later that day, before I'd had a chance to email he rang me up and started shouting at me. "I was home last night and you didn't ring me. Why not? You said you'd be back from camping and I sat there waiting for you to ring like an idiot."</p> <p>I almost spat my cup of coffee down my nose with the shock. He said: "Oh, never mind," and slammed the phone down. Then I recieved a spate of offensive emails and have had to block him from being able to contact me.</p> <p>I'm a bit wary now and a little more discerning about who I carry on conversations with. It's freaked me out a bit and he knows what I look like and the area that I live in, so I'm still not feeling 100 per cent happy with the situation.</p> <p>I know I've just confessed to loving all animals indiscrimiately, but he's one frog I'd like to step on and squish.</p> <p>Ok, ok, I'll tell you about date number seven next! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/22/six_and_a_half~2313850/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/22/six_and_a_half~2313850/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/20/seven~2305464/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-05-20:/2007/05/20/seven~2305464/Sun, 20 May 2007 23:55:36 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I rather liked number seven. :-)</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/20/seven~2305464/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tedioussnoreboringhttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/20/seven~2305464/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/17/frogs_that_don_t_like_dogs~2285732/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-05-17:/2007/05/17/frogs_that_don_t_like_dogs~2285732/Thu, 17 May 2007 11:56:57 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>I've had trouble finding Man number 7. I did attempt to make a date with someone from my regular dating site and we spoke on the phone and he seemed nice. But then he told me that he hates dogs. Now, I'm very suspicious of people who don't like animals - and I should have certainly added this to my list of essential qualities, but I forgot. EVERY single person I've ever met who doesn't like animals, even a person I was friends with for 12 years, has turned out to be fundamentally cold and selfish - with a secret internal hatred of people as well (after all, what are we but animals?) So, in a potential partner, a hatred of of animals - even if it's just one species, is out of the question for me.</p> <p>Besides, I have a dog.</p> <p>And there is a picture of my dog on my profile - so why a dog hater would contact me in the first place is beyond me.</p> <p>Just to add a little evidence to what I've already built up in my head about animal-haters, this potential Man number 7 reacted very strangely to me telling him I couldn't go out with him. Here are our last two messages to each other. Remember that I've never met this man and I spoke to him on the phone only twice (the second time we spoke he rang me when I was with my dad and I couldn't talk).</p> <p>I said to him:</p> <p><em>"I should tell you now that I really did enjoy talking to you last week but can't even contemplate being with someone who doesn't like dogs or who is afraid of dogs. My dog is a huge part of my life. I've been out with someone before who didn't like my dog and it just didn't work out well at all! She lives in the house, sleeps in the bedroom and gets on the furniture and is... well... more entitled to be in the room than a visitor! My ex wanted me to lock her outside. Of course, it ended up with him being locked outside :-)</p> <p>I'm really sorry. I was a bit nervous of saying this as I don't like to behave in a way that could make you feel rejected (even though it's not much of a rejection because we've never met!).</p> <p>Anyway - I'll leave it now. Sorry. Take care of yourself and I hope you find someone."</em></p> <p>His reply was titled: <em><strong>Fine, but why make up the dog story.</strong></em></p> <p><em>"Me thinks the woman does protest too much. What does irk is the obvious lie about the dog. I thought that I would like to meet you. Then last Saturday's phone call made me realise that you had lost interest. To use the dog as an excuse now is unnecessary and rather pathetic. I would just be honest next time. </p> <p>Your exscuse clearly was a gross exaggeration. Of course you may well have met someone else. Fine, but just say so.</p> <p>I have seen how shallow you can be and I have no hestitation in saying that I have leaned far more about you than you have about me."</em></p> <p>Weird attack for no reason! I was being completely honest and I thought he was nice other than the dog thing. I'm glad I didn't go out with him - so defensive. Why would he presume it was a lie - especially when there's a pic of my dog on my profile!</p> <p>Just goes to show. Avoid animal haters at all costs.</p> <p>I promised myself I wouldn't slag anyone off on here, but to hell with it. The man is a tosser. :-P</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/17/frogs_that_don_t_like_dogs~2285732/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>hatersanimal-loversdatingdogslovehttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/17/frogs_that_don_t_like_dogs~2285732/#commentshttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/03/hormones_schmormones~2202973/tag:onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk,2007-05-03:/2007/05/03/hormones_schmormones~2202973/Thu, 03 May 2007 13:58:47 +0200 <p><strong>You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.</strong><br> <em>This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right</em></p> <p>Ha ha ha! You're so right Lala. After peering into the future, I honestly don't think I would like to stare across a table at his mush, you know. He's a bit old for me - he doesn't want to do anything but go out for dinner, isn't up for getting pissed and has never touched anything stronger than 'a nice full-bodied red wine' in his life. What are we going to do - go out to eat every time we meet? What about just having a piece of toast or a bowl of cornflakes and then going out to get plastered?</p> <p>I'm sorry, but I'm not changing my perpetual teen lifestyle for anyone - even if I am in my 40s!</p> <p>I reckon it was my hormones that made me see him as a sex god - sodding things. </p> <p>Don't buy your hat yet, Lala. I'm really enjoying being single at the moment and am beginning to think I'm subconsciously choosing blokes that will keep me that way. In fact, I can't even be bothered to set up a date with man number 7 and haven't even chosen him from a group I've got stashed away in my cellar - erm... I mean my computer. Sorry, that comes from my old work mates saying that my house has got loads of abandoned and rusting pizza delivery bikes piled up outside as they accused me of dragging the pizza men inside and locking them in my cellar and forcing them to do unnatural acts.</p> <p>It's not true, of course. I don't like pizza. They're all from the kebab house.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/03/hormones_schmormones~2202973/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>loveteen-lifestylebikespzzafrogsdatinghttp://onehundredfrogs.blog.co.uk/2007/05/03/hormones_schmormones~2202973/#comments