I think I have 5 main irons now.
Mr Nice - he's the lovely but geeky, academic one who I might have to rename Mr Pen Pal at this rate.
Mr Red Trousers - he's 7 inches taller than me apparently, so let's say 4 inches in reality, so a good height for me. I cannot get over the red trousers. I hate, hate red trousers.
Mr Spaniard - actually, we're starting to get a conversation going. And he is Spanish. He looks pretty without being unattainably pretty.
Mr Outdoorsy - the oldest of my irons. We probably have the least in common, but we have some shared values and I feel touched by his messages. He looks a bit he-man and he has a shaved head (I have never dated anyone with a shaved head before), but he looks like he could be good in bed.
Mr Snow - I thought he was quite cute with his messaging, but Mr Outdoorsy is winning now. I blame anothernew with all the talk of being ravished. Mr Outdoorsy looks like the ravishing type. Who doesn't want to be ravished?