New Hunting Grounds

Online dating has always been viewed as the resting place of the unwanted masses.
So it was with a bit of trepidation that I decided to join one of these sites;
10 years of hard labour had ended and I was ready to spread the gospel of me.

But what losers apart myself would inhabit these dark recesses of cyberspace, lying in wait for unsuspecting individuals who ventured to close to their lairs.

Step one: Setup a profile with a few witty comments about yourself and a list of requirements your perfect other should posses.

No tick box for “can suck a golf ball through 20 meters of hosepipe” though.

Step two: Find a picture of yourself that doesn’t scare children and definitely doesn’t have you holding your ex.

Step three: sit back and wait.

Well it was a matter of days and my inbox was full, so much so that I had to go back and make sure I hadn’t posted a pic of Brad Pitt by mistake. Nope there was my average Joe mugg leering back at me “eish looks a bit creepy, I need new pics”.

Was it only bar slags and recovering welconol addicts responding to my invitation too enjoy the company of a run of the mill guy with one or two issues. Well yes mostly, but in amongst the unwashed masses that reeked of desperation and missed opportunities there was a surprisingly large amount of respectable, intelligent women. There was also a smattering of “men”, I use this term loosely and have made a mental note to never post a picture wearing a pink shirt again!!

Back to the beautiful women, there are tonnes of them out there in cyberspace. Yet when I venture out into the real world they disappear into thin air (Except after 2am at a bar, they seem to return).

It has been three months since I first registered on a dating site and I have become a convert. This has got mainly due to the fact I have got lucky on quite a number of occasions and this with the respectable portion of my fan base. Slaggs and addicts are discarded.

Who knows I might even meet my next ex wife online