The Dating Game

My life, of late, has been amusing to say the least. In a not so well disguised effort to put the ex and his hateful new girlfriend to the back of my mind (not easy, I'll be honest, given that I'm still devastated about the whole sorry mess) I have thrown myself with gay abandon into the London dating scene. Somewhat embarrassingly this has involved, in part, my first foray into the world of internet dating (though I feel it necessary - nay, crucial - to point out that the website in question requires a recommendation from a friend before you can join, which I like to think makes it marginally less tragic than all the other dating websites out there, as well as possibly siphoning off some of the less desirable, and possibly mentally deranged, characters). Thankfully my experiences thus far have been nothing short of a resounding success - well, perhaps not resounding, in that I don't think I've yet met my Prince Charming (but hey, who needs Prince Charming anyway? Personally I think he's overrated), but both boys in question have been really rather lovely.

My tally of post break-up snogs (to speak in crude terms - sometimes there just is no other way) now reads as follows:

1) Boy A, in a central London nightclub shortly after my return to the UK (who very obligingly spent the best part of the remainder of the evening engaging me in a particularly enthusiastic game of tonsil tennis, if memory serves. Yum). Didn't even catch his name, but I do vaguely remember him telling me he was 24, so a toy boy - marvellous. What a cracking start to single life!

2) Boy B, as he shall henceforth be known, to spare the blushes of all those that know both myself and him. This was an ill-fated romance, which grew from the smallest seedling of an idea (on my part - after meeting him during a particularly needy stage of the recovery process) to an all-or-nothing crescendo (on his part). Nice boy, though the fact he ditched his girlfriend in order to give things a go with me and subsequently went back to her when I decided it wasn't working does take something away from his holier than thou stance after aforementioned 'break up' (I put that last part in speech marks with good reason - we only went on one date, for goodness sake!)

3) Boy C, my first dating website experience, and a good one at that. Cheeky chappie, good fun and pretty nice to look at too. Unfortunately may have blown this one after a late night drunken phone call last Friday led to me turning up on the doorstep of his Chelsea flat absolutely legless, before spending the best part of three hours slumped on his sofa gibbering incoherently about the necessity of purchasing a She Ra costume for this weekend's Heroes and Villains Party. The evening culminated at 4am with him standing up and announcing he'd rather like to go to bed, so if it was okay with me, he'd book a taxi for me to get back! He has been in touch since, I hasten to add (I can't have been THAT bad!), but seems to be keeping a physical distance, which, for his sake, may well be a wise move.

4) Boy D, the second dating website experience, and another very pleasant evening was had by all. This one's a teacher, very nice eyes, originally from Leeds, and mad as a bag of spanners, so we obviously got on famously. Had tears of laughter running down my face for most of the night and have arranged a second date for next week, so watch this space.

As for the She Ra outfit, that's been a rather less successful venture if I'm honest. Managed a surprisingly successful shopping trip in spite of my chronic hangover on Sat - successful in that I purchased some boots, a sword, a tiara, some gold spray paint and a smattering of jewels - but the main item (by which I mean the white dress) is still en route from some clown at Ebay who clearly doesn't understand the meaning of 'I need this dress urgently!!' Still, if the worst comes to the worst I could always go shopping for another one on Saturday morning. Or go in a sheet.

Ah the life of a single girl about town....