The Fun Approach to Internet Dating

I'd just broken up with the self-declared love of my life and was slowly coming out of my period of "mourning" when I decided to try internet dating. So, all on my lonesome-again, one Saturday night, and feeling rather tipsy, having single-handedly drunk the best part of a bottle of wine, I blearily decided to try my hand at internet dating. Several attempts at trying to remember my password and I finally managed to get online. I drunkenly typed "fun, love, romance, dating" into the search engine and up popped a dating website.

I registered my details, and chose the Gold membership, which offered unlimited text messages to other members, as well as voicemails, chat online and video messaging. Gold membership was a happy medium between the Silver and Platinum memberships, in my tipsy opinion.

Anyway, without going into too much detail, I managed to upload my profile and a fairly decent photo of myself-some feat, given I had demolished the last of the wine during the process. I got chatting to a decent enough looking guy. Hmmm, I wondered how he'd look in the morning when my hazy glow had worn off...never mind, I was safe in the comfort of my own living room. We were still chatting a few hours later, and were getting on very well. We arranged to meet the following weekend and I tumbled into my bed that night quite proud of the fact I had "pulled" in my pyjamas...

So, D-day, in other words Date-day, or should that be night, arrived. I was a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement. Could he be "the one"? Only joking, I was hoping for a bit of fun and romance at that point in my life, given the fact that I'd just come out of a very serious relationship. We had arranged to meet at 8pm in the city centre, my friend offered to drop me off and collect me again later, so I was all set to have a good night.

There I was hair straightened, makeup on, dressed to impress when I caught a glimpse of my date for the evening...hmmm...not so good. I told my friend to keep driving, but she screeched the car to a halt right in front of Brian, my date. I tumbled out of the car and tentatively offered my hand in greeting, which he took and proceeded to lean in closer to kiss me on the cheek. A distinctively unpleasant smell greeted my nose as he kissed me, not a very good start or first impression. Oh well...several gin and tonics later and I realised that Brian was not going to be the man for me. I was trying to work out a polite way of exiting but I found myself being whisked off to dinner, and it was sushi, my favourite... things were starting to look up.

There we were sitting perusing the menu, our orders taken, and I found that I needed to use the loo. I attempted to stand up, but I couldn't move without trailing my chair behind me. It appeared I was stuck to the chair. Somehow, my dress had become entangled in the metal of the chair and ripped a hole in it. The waiter and my date had to remove the chair from my ensemble, and I hurried off to the loo to check the damage to my dress.

That was the first and last night I saw Brian, but not yet willing to give up, I logged back on to the Internet to continue my adventure...