The Rugger Lover

Rugby, the sport of kings, there's just something about the game and the players that I love. Maybe it's a primal animalistic thing, but I find broken noses and cauliflower ears strangely attractive. I just think the Neanderthal / messed up look is really quite hot, not like Quasi messed up, but a few bumps here and there.

One of the best afternoons I've had this summer was at Savayor Sevens, I was literally in awe; sunshine, free booze and more hot men per square foot than I'd ever seen in my life.

The day hadn't quite worked out in my favour though, as I'd been set up on a semi-date with a friend of a friend. He was pleasant enough, although spent the majority of the day with his client, (who he'd invited along,) swooning over him. I found myself trapped between being too polite to leave the group to talk to passers by and terribly annoyed that I wasn't making the most of the opportunity. I mean how often are you surrounded by so many God-like men?

Well I needn't have been so polite, as I haven't seen or heard from the friend of a friend since - bastard.

You win some, you lose some. Or in my case, just like the Worcester Warriors, I seem to be on a losing streak!

Desperate at the doctors

I've recently learnt that it isn't cool to approach men at the doctors surgery...

After a few shockingly bad dates, imagine my surprise when the hottest guy I've seen in a long time strolls into the doctors and sits besides me. For a moment I'm terribly flustered trying to conceal the pot of piss I have in my hands (a compulsory sample to sign up at the surgery), but it's no good- he's already seen it.

Several moments of eye flirting pass, and just when his lips part to make verbal communication, we're both distracted by a loud ping and turn to see his name flashing up in huge red letters. He glances at me one last time before jumping up and heads to the consultation room he is directed to.

Now I have no idea what possessed me to do the following, but, basically, I thought it would be a fine idea to jot down his name and, later, Google this beautiful man. A bottle of wine and a few shots later I find myself being lead astray by fellow singletons and partook in a spot of Facebook stalking. To cut a long story short, I dropped him a message that went something along the lines of 'I clocked you at the doctors and thought I'd say hi' - eek...really bad chat!

Needless to say, I never heard from him and then a few days ago I was almost knocked to the ground by a motorcyclist trying to cut through the traffic. In reaction I yelled some word of abuse, words that should never come out of a young ladies mouth, let alone at 7.30 in the morning. Imagine my horror when I look up to see this beautiful man staring disgustedly in my direction. So it's great, he now not only thinks I'm a cyber stalker but that I have gutter-mouth Tourettes.

Bad chat

So we've been giving My Single Friend.com a go, emailing a few fellas and it turns out that fine wit and great banter is few and far between. In fact really bad chat seems to be rather common on this dating site; I fine this some what peculiar, as isn't the whole point to sell your self!

From copy & paste emails, to dull jokes and full on spiel, we've had it all. Surely London must have a few lovely men that can be bothered to write a decent email, that's amusing, informative and intriguing. Actually just two would do.

Here is some of the trash that has been cluttering our in-boxes:

Bachelor 1:

Hi,
I'm just writing to let you know that after a rigorously brief overview of your profile I have already married and divorced you in my mind.
Thanks for all the great memories, you will always have a special place in my heart.
p.s you can keep our dog (bouncer) and our two children, I will keep the chateau in the house of France.

Best x

Bachelor 2:

Hey,

I was just flicking through the site and had to say that you look stunning.

Good luck in your search, though i'm sure you get inundated with offers.

x

Bachelor 3:

Hiya , Where did you get that fantastic smile from?

If you had no choice, what would you rather live on, Chocolates or Fruits?

Your profile stands out, I bet your an interesting person to know, Feathers or Fingers, which is more ticklish?

x

Bachelor 4:

Hi,

Great photos you tick alot of boxes only question is now do you live in killer heels as they are my weakness on a girl! x

The Traveller Type

I've recently come across a breed of men that are energetic, fun-loving and super chilled out, that being Australasian folk, otherwise known as the Traveller Type.

This one fine fella was ambitious, hilarious and a pretty good cook, so naturally I thought I was quids in! After sifting through a lot of shit on My Single Friend.com I 'd finally met someone who hadn't lied about his height, informed me of all his latest shags or needed bib to eat.

Four weeks in things seem to be going some where; well I mean I'd gotten over the two date hurdle, which was a miracle in its self. So he makes me a mix tape (well a cd actually) and I meet his nearest and dearest, and of course know the colour of his bed spread....but it wasn't meant to be, because this type of courting has an expiry date.

Expiry dating is common amongst the Traveller Type, often not wanting to get too attach when they only have a visiting visa; finding love often doesn't seem to rank too high on the European expedition.

Of course I knew his visa was running out and I wasn't looking to receive a rock, but I suppose by him ending things (over email) only suggests that 'he's just not that into me.' Now this is fine, because he wasn't my ultimate dream boat either, but it always feels like a bit of a kick in the teeth when they get there first... especially over email.

So what have I learnt; a few tunes, a four course meal and weekday sleep-overs do not a relationship make.

www.mysinglefriend.com

So having not had a great deal of luck on the man front over the last couple of months, we 've decided to give online dating a go. Can't knock it until you've tried it ay!

Not being terribly familiar with the online dating scene, we didn't really think the likes of Guardian Soul Mate and eHarmony was for us...more for the desperate & divorced we thought!
However, on great recommendation we thought we'd give www.mysinglefriend.com a bash.....with the hope of meeting someone who isn't crazy, socially retarded or vertically challenged. Bit of a long shot!

So watch this space... we've managed to score dates with a Fun-(Fund)-Manager and a Window Glazer. Stay tuned............

Welcome to our world...

Just to get you up to speed, we're two single girls now on the wrong side of 25, living on the right side of the river. We recently moved to London in pursuit of our high flying careers - turns out you can't have a great career, home life and a man, but least we've got two out of three..

After never finding dating hard in the past, we assumed it would be a breeze in the City as there are so many men, well apparently! But no one ever told us that you weren't allowed to talk on the tube let alone swap digits! So after many embarrassing stares and awkward silences we decided to take matters into our own hands and go shopping for men online...