I walk into the bar and I see a guy I like straight away. This comes to me naturally, I don’t even intend to meet someone. Sometimes I just want to have a good night with the girls, but I can’t help eyeing men and usually end up talking to some hotties.
Number 5 was late an hour. I was nervous and annoyed, but I decided to wait. Not only because I knew that Number 5 was coming from his brother’s wedding to meet me, but also because I knew there was something about him.
I am bored. I look at other people’s profiles and feel resentment. So many faces, so many ‘witty, intelligent and funny’ men, who want to date ‘witty, intelligent, funny AND sexy’ women.
I scroll up and down the list of over 40,000 active users on match.com. Sometimes one face is more interesting than the other and I send them a ‘wink’, but I do it with an attitude of a porn star, who has had so much sex that she doesn’t find it exciting anymore. Not that I have had sex recently – I’ve hardly had any action.