I doubt I am the only person who is relieved that January is nearly over – being a month when resolutions, alterations and abstinence seem appropriate. Women aren’t the only ones vowing to shift the pounds and hit the gym either. Men too, consider January an ideal time to make … Read More
Fussy Fuckers.
So, last week I was asked on a date. He was an attractive chap, not my normal type in that he was nice, or at least as nice as a man you don’t know can be. Saying that, a few weeks ago, I thought that a policeman, i.e. an upstanding … Read More
Match.com
You will notice, if you have been a reader of this blog for more than 3 months, that my life works on rather a cycle. I become single, get bored, decide to online date, start to hate online dating, start to loathe online dating, want to shoot myself in the … Read More
Wankers.
There are several types of men I cannot abide. Bald cyclists who live in Stoke Newington, emotional types with dreadlocks, dog lovers who wear tight jeans and unemployed vegetarians who campaign for gypsy rights. I am of course combining a number of grievances and feel free to re-mix but essentially … Read More