Dating Site Disaster

So single followers ... I have not been online the last week due to me not having a life! But instead I shall explain what my experience has been on a free dating site.

I have to say, for a confidence boost it is the greatest thing I have ever come across! But if you are looking for love you won't find it. All you'll find is a bunch of dicks (quite literally). I must have been sent over 100 penis' since I joined last year. I mean come on boys don't be such douchebags. Just because you send a picture of your erection to a girl and she doesn't send you one back - she's not frigid, she just thinks you're a bell end! 

I know part of it is my fault for giving out my number but in my defense, they seemed perfectly normal on the site, until obviously they get a bit horny and want to prove they are man enough. And some men are just plain weird! After two days of chatting, you want us to start seeing each other? I mean please - that is never going to happen. 

These men (I am generalising and understand that it's not all men) just want to get their willy's wet and don't actually give a fuck about you. 

So maybe it's time to get off this site and try socialising. 

Next weeks mission - invite my exs to a house party, see who shows up and how many get jealous of each other, even though they all have their own girlfriends!

Mr Muscle and the Cage Fight

As I said last week, I went to a cage fight on Saturday and I was surprised how informal it was. I went with a friend who knew one of the fighters. He also managed to wangle two of his other fighter buddies to come along, which I did not mind at all as one was gorgeous. 


So we all got dressed up in heels and face full of make up prepared for the dolled up girls of Woking to be looking better than us anyway. No such luck. I was in jeans, heels and a blazer and was probably the smartest one in there! (Tell a lie: one middle aged woman wore a lilac body-con that looked like she had been squeezed into it like a sausage!!!)
Then onto the male fights - much more my cup of tea. As the fighters entered the ring the smell of testosterone filled the venue and was almost intoxicating. Maybe it didn't help that all they served was beer -and I'd already had two! I felt like I was in a cartoon world that turned all the males in the venue into steroid infused, drunken cavemen! 

As I entered I kept my head high and smiled at every prospective man. Some smiled back and others looked away in embarrassment. I also thought some may have been scared by gorgeous Mr Muscle stood behind me!  We arrived in the hall whilst two females were fighting so I instinctively knew that whilst two women were fighting I would get no looks whatsoever. 

I found three men, one of which was the coordinator of the event. Whoops! The second was the older gentlemen in the VIP seating. Lets call him 'DILF'. He was broad and sexy with a little stubble and a really handsome face. I smiled at him and he smiled back before averting his eyes back to the fight. I later saw his friends staring at me which I could take as good or bad but I was hoping for good things. 

I was also flirting with Mr Muscle which was a great confidence boost. Obviously he was just flirting back as he has a girlfriend but it was definitely fun. But maybe I shot myself in the foot? Did 'DILF' see the flirtation and assume that we were an item? Or are men just so engrossed in sport to notice a cute girl smile at them?

I don't know the answer but maybe a sporting event is not the greatest way to meet men.

Next week I'll be telling all the juicy gossip from one the best dating sites to find absolute dickheads!

Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day!

I could barely leave my front door this morning due to the mounds of cards I had on the door mat. Yeah right!

Being a single girl on Valentine's Day is pretty much the worst time to be single. On the commute home there were heart balloons floating in my face, the stench of lilies and roses throughout the carriage and men with way too much aftershave checking themselves out in the window. Ok, I get it, it's love day and we are all supposed to be in a good mood, but why do we need one day to celebrate love? Shouldn't couples celebrate love day everyday?

Did you know that 190 million roses are sold on this day alone? Why today? There is a stereotype of a man that only on special occasions or when they have done something wrong do they buy flowers. A man (in my opinion) needs to show affection and care throughout the year and not just because society demands it.

I did notice that I was the only girl on the commute home that wasn't texting a loved one or checking my make up before a big date. Am I really the last single girl?

So I make it my mission to find a man. This experiment will be recorded on this blog and we shall find out exactly how easy it is to find a decent man.
And I am not just looking for number 29 (yes .. I am on number 28!). I'm looking for a well built, caring, honest, committed, tall, non smoking, Prince Charming who drives - is that too much to ask?

I will be starting my experiment by venturing to a cage fighting event to see exactly how testosterone can affect how a man acts around a woman. I shall be dressed in my best and shall be completely available for conversation - nothing other than a little harmless flirting.

Here goes ...