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Hi There, I'm a single guy in London. Been single for far too long now so I've decided it's time that I did something about it. I don't honestly seem to have much luck with the traditional 'meet girls in bars, take them home, fuck them, fall in love, get married, have kids' kind of route out of singledom, so I figured that perhaps it's time i tried a different tack. WIth this aim in mind I recently signed up this online dating site with the idea of cutting to the chase, and hopefully increasing my chances of success.

The thing is, I'm not shy, I'm not (that) bad looking, I don't have any alarming habits or extremist political views that make me an unappealing prospect. I don't even have any particularly freakish traits that might hamper my search for love like this guy, and he managed it.

No my problem is, if anything, the opposite; I'm too good looking and charming and all and it just scares people away.

Not really!

Well, maybe a little bit. I mean, I'm not saying I'm some silver-tongued greek-statue-bodied ideal man at all, but I get on really well with people and, if I do say so myself, I have a fair degree of personal charm. The issue is that when I meet new girls who I fancy I start talking to them and, before I know it, it's gone through the wanting to get into their pants stage and right out the other into soul mates territory - by which I mean to say platonicsoul mates territory, as in 'I really shouldn't push this to be a sex thing because she's too nice' kind of territory. In fairness, that does seem to be more in their minds than in mine; I lose count of the number of times I've heard the 'I really love you as a friend and don't want to spoil things for the sake of shagging you' spiel, and whilst I'm too much of a gentleman to ever try to force the issue, it's really starting to piss me off now!!!

Anyway I thought online dating might be a way of avoiding all that, as there might be some girls around who were willing to cut to the chase, or at least who were prepared to risk our 'wonderful friendship' for the sake of a shag before my balls turn blue. Grumble.
I'd like to say I was hit by this stroke of genius all by myself, but actually it was Heather Havrilevsky's food processor analogy that made me wonder why I was wasting my time going to bars and getting frustrated.

Wasting my time? Not exactly, I have a little not-so-black book full of gorgeous female "soul mates", but I haven't been laid in over eighteen months. Time to ditch the soul mates and find a fuck buddy!

I'm going to try to document my experiences in this journal as I go, so watch this space!

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