Oh-oh, having a bit of messaging online tonight with Mr Engineer inter alia - he is apparently having a very bad day today, been having a few recently, going off for an early night . . . Don't like the sound of this, it's either he doesn't want to chat now I've said I don't like phoning (fair enough) or the start of a silly LM-style woe-is-me tide of crapness. Or maybe I'm a bit oversensitive?
But, but, but . . . I have got in my inbox the following gems (actually quite promising tonight).
In trap one, Deffo, full of innuendo and flirting but needs to shit or get off the pan.
In trap two, Mr Eyetalian Stallion (I think he's Italian), very romantic and sensitive, loves to spend the evenings stargazing after eating out a deux in an intimate restaurant.
In trap three, Mr Property Developer with a super profile photo of him posing in front of one of the said properties.
In trap four, someone dubious who wants to take me away in his caravan. I am resisting this kind offer. I have nothing at all to say on the subject of caravans, and he has nothing at all to say on any other subject, so it may not be a match made in heaven.
And in trap five, my favourite, an outsider and late entry who actually exhibits wit, good looks and education (although he's blond).
I am quite encouraged! At least two possibles there - guess which!