The Dating Game

For ages 12+
For 2 Players (more if you're feeling adventurous)

Yes that's right folks it's time for another gripping round of..........................The Dating Game!!!! (canned applause)

I have this evening returned from meeting a dear friend who is in love - she probably won't admit it yet but chiding 'It's far too soon to be saying things like that' blah blah blah but I know the signs (if memory serves) and shes smitten.

I'm very pleased for her - totally made up, really. Yes I admit I'm a little jealous - she is, to me, delicious and for a little while been in a similar boat (I rowed she steered - chivalry and all that, what?)

So lets meet tonights lucky contestant..............me

Will it be batchelorette number 1, the tall(er than me) manager of the section next to mine (so no work 'conflict of interests') whose sweet charming and has caught me numerous times gazing at her.

Will it batcheorette number 2 an operator in the section next to me who I suspect think's I'm a bit wierd despite the fact shes the one that was found curled up asleep in the break out area one time - upside dead stamp of Rihanna (ish)

Or how about batchelorette numberr 3? another operator in the section next to me who regularly smiles at me, is cute as a button but also possibly 2/3 my own age.

The choice is yours!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is it bollocks.

Yes of course it is nice to admire the fairer sex - it's a whole different park never mind ball game ensnaring one.

And therein lies the problem, I have no problem meeting talking to and entertaining the opposite sex, so why then am I still single?

A friend of mine is in a similar predicament and hearing of my recent posting on a well known website looking for my princess he convinces me to write him an ad in a similar vein (it wasn't - mine was faaaaaaar better - one sells oneself better don't you find?)

Whilst I am in receipt of several responses and emailing the wheat from the chaff he has a handful of replies. He meets one and I go along albeit at a safe distance as his 'wing man'

After 5 minutes and £10.50 for a brandy and coke in a very swanky west end bar I realise as I savour every last damn drop of this drink that I am surplus to requirements and leave.

5 hours later and my phone rings - it's him and he's dancing like a leprechaun as she's apparently lovely. Git.

So here we go again as all my leads have gone cold and he's quite happy. Hmmph.

I am now in 2 minds as to re-sell myself or just not bother. The saying goes that when you don't look you find but when you look you can't see the wood for the trees. I did oddly have a minor success with lots of smiles and winks exchanged with an absolute HONEY on the Piccadilly line one Saturday afternoon and despite all my efforts to find her, she remains elusive. Bugger.

As a postscript to the above my mate has seen the 'lovely girl' twice and on both occasions he took her out splurged over £100 on the night and she didn't even offer to buy a single round - she was subsequently 'binned'.

So here I sit knowing full well that I will re-post my add, there's plenty more fish in the sea and maybe just maybe I'll hook one for the keep net, but then as they said on Jaws - we're gonna need a bigger boat. I m told that I am 'a catch' but being the fisherman is different. It's a big sea out there and who knows where she's hiding.

One day my princess will come.......I just hope I'm on top of her when she does.