In which an old-fashioned girl embarks on a very modern search for Mr Right, and documents every last miserable date.
May contain swearing, and scenes of a sexual nature. If I'm really lucky.
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
ACK
I've just seen what time it is. I need to go and tweezer my entire face in panic and shower and wail about my spotty face. Obviously I realise he's probably not going to show up. Obviously I DON'T CARE.
I'm a bright, funny, friendly, attractive...loser, who has thus far thoroughly sucked at finding the right partner. After another particularly heartbreaking episode of epic failure, I have decided to narrow the market and signed up with an online dating site in the hope that this will help. I shall be chronicling the exciting (term used loosely) developments here as they happen. Brace yourselves.
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