Not sure my day would cheer you up, Rose although I can tell you my current OD summary -
Email from Mr Software going on about computery stuff zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. If he had had a bit more about him I might have snogged him, despite the maverick nasal hair ( his, not mine ). This is how desperate I am for a bit of action.
Further messages from Mr Freaky Weird Coincidence in which he claims to find me 'intriguing' and 'can't wait to talk to me'. Yeah ? Whateva.
GS message from Mr 'Bloody Hell, You do Realise it's No Longer 1983, Don't You ?' In which he expands on the joy of happening upon a muntjac deer on a woodland walk. Tempted to reply ' do I sound like the kind of woman who gives a flying fudge about you bothering wildlife ?' Instead have thanked him for his message and expressed surprise that he produces a magazine based solely on one piss poor 80s band.
I am overcome with dating ennui. I will never get my leg over again.