Oh God, and if you think I settled for the first guy to come along, trust me I didn't.
Like the guy who I told I was a single mother to on our first date and looked so shocked his food slid off his fork. He was from the home counties. I am glaswegian. He proposed sex at the end of the evening which I refused. I think he was even more shocked by that. Posh tory twat.
Or the guy who tried to arse me about, with me looking on going "Seriously? Do you honestly think I care?"
Or the guy who told me his deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, involving his prostate.
Or the guy who got his female friend to ask me out, whilst I was at work, and then was insulted when I never went out with him.
Yes ladies, welcome to dating, but not as you know it.