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Ok, I should probably start with a little about me and why I decided to start this blog. So here goes…

I am a University Graduate currently working in the travel industry in my late twenties. Unfortunately I am part of the generation living in a time where social media and instant gratification is a priority for society. One major part of it is trying to meet a partner. Dating has become the hardest task possible; even harder than writing my dissertation. At least with my dissertation I could look at countless books and research my topic. Dating has no guidebook and no one will tell you if you’re doing it wrong. Dating apps, dating websites and social media has taken over the old fashioned way of meeting people so it’s become much harder to date!

Men and women are constantly looking for perfection in a partner and unfortunately most of them are too stupid to realise that perfection doesn’t exist in another person. The grass isn’t always greener!

I didn’t have my first boyfriend until I was 26 years old.

I battled through the minefield of trying to find someone who I could fall in love with and who would love me back.

Through my years of kissing frogs, I have picked up some pretty funny, and sometimes disastrous dating stories.

When my friends started to realise what horrible luck I had with men, they started telling me to document my dating disasters for the amusement of others.

University housemates threw around names like ‘Fifty Worst Dates’ as a title for all of my unfortunate tales.

Well 8 years on I have finally decided that I will in fact go ahead and tell my mishaps with men! I hope you find them as amusing as everyone else seems to.

Now for a quick bit into my past.

To give you a better idea of my history with men before I started dating…. (This info might provide a little insight)

When I was a toddler, my Dad cheated on my Mum and left her alone with their three daughters. He then swanned off around the world with his mistress (his much younger secretary. I know what a cliche).

So anyway, I was doomed to grow up with Daddy issues right from the start. As a kid I wasn’t interested in boys at all unless they were my friends. Although I wasn’t necessarily a tomboy, the majority of my friends were male. I liked it that way because we were young enough that they didn’t care what I looked like. Girls had cooties at this point and boys were just smelly. All we cared about was when we were going skateboarding!

I had nothing to worry about…..

Until I hit 16 and my boobs grew in! As soon as puberty struck, I suddenly realised that boys cared what I looked like and I was supposed to act more ‘like a girl’.

All my friends were going out with boys and getting down and dirty in the bedroom but I was not interested. I got called frigid more times than I can count but that never bothered me. I wasn’t forcing myself to do anything that didn’t feel right.

Besides, I wanted to wait for all that stuff with my boyfriend (look how that turned out. Again, that’ll come later). At 18, after school and college, I decided to take a gap year before going off to University.

This is where I entered the realms of hell – also known as dating and men!

Now that I’ve given you a quick run down of the bits before I started dating, let’s get to the good bits!

Sit back, relax and enjoy while I take you through my journey of the bad, the worse and the ugly of my dating life.