Have you ever look at an online dating site? Have you actually had a quick check to see just how many eligible people there are within a short radius of where you're sitting right now? Well I can tell you with a fair amount of confidence that you would be surprised.
In this day and age, thousands of unattached individuals are waiting to be snapped up through this very medium.
People with hectic work schedules, people who suffer a bit from a lack of confidence, people who just balk at the idea of actually chatting someone up.
In short, a treasure trove is waiting for anyone who would love to fall in love.
Everyone is different.
Everyone has varying tastes and the old adage is never truer than here: one man's trash is another man's treasure.
Take me.
Now I'm no Angelina Jolie, nowhere close.
But I am attractive (really, I asked a few people before writing this, just to check), I'm 28 years old, I have a good job and a lot of friends.
Real friends, not just Facebook ones.
But I sat unattached, gathering dust for almost 5 years in my early twenties.
It was my own fault really; I loved going out with my friends and letting my hair down but when it came to men, I terrified them.
I was too confident, too brash, too sure of myself.
And it put them off.
Little did they know that underneath the alarming exterior I was just afraid that, unless I bowled them over somehow, they would forget me the minute a big-busted blonde walked past.
So I decided to take a punt on online dating.
I set up my profile (after probably more wine than was sensible), added a few pictures of me looking coquettish/studious/drunk and off it went, into the ether.
Within half an hour I had 48 winks and 12 messages.
Not knowing quite where to start, I just went to bed.
By the morning (obviously wine was flowing right across God's green earth that night) I had 187 winks and 38 messages.
I sorted through and threw out anyone who referred to me as 'babe' or similar, anyone under the age of 20 or over the age of 35 and anyone - ANYONE - who used txt spk.
From the comfort of my bedroom, I was able to flirt my way through 17 quality suitors and enjoy a flurry of emails over the following week.
I finally managed to get the guts to actually meet one of them and because of the conversation that had flown before, I wasn't nervous.
So I wasn't a petrifying, ball-busting banshee, I was just myself.
I didn't feel like I had to knock him sideways with my personality, I knew he already liked me.
We dated for a further 3 months and had a tremendous time but eventually realized we had quite different end goals.
So it's back to the inbox for me, and so far, I'm enjoying being back.
In this day and age, thousands of unattached individuals are waiting to be snapped up through this very medium.
People with hectic work schedules, people who suffer a bit from a lack of confidence, people who just balk at the idea of actually chatting someone up.
In short, a treasure trove is waiting for anyone who would love to fall in love.
Everyone is different.
Everyone has varying tastes and the old adage is never truer than here: one man's trash is another man's treasure.
Take me.
Now I'm no Angelina Jolie, nowhere close.
But I am attractive (really, I asked a few people before writing this, just to check), I'm 28 years old, I have a good job and a lot of friends.
Real friends, not just Facebook ones.
But I sat unattached, gathering dust for almost 5 years in my early twenties.
It was my own fault really; I loved going out with my friends and letting my hair down but when it came to men, I terrified them.
I was too confident, too brash, too sure of myself.
And it put them off.
Little did they know that underneath the alarming exterior I was just afraid that, unless I bowled them over somehow, they would forget me the minute a big-busted blonde walked past.
So I decided to take a punt on online dating.
I set up my profile (after probably more wine than was sensible), added a few pictures of me looking coquettish/studious/drunk and off it went, into the ether.
Within half an hour I had 48 winks and 12 messages.
Not knowing quite where to start, I just went to bed.
By the morning (obviously wine was flowing right across God's green earth that night) I had 187 winks and 38 messages.
I sorted through and threw out anyone who referred to me as 'babe' or similar, anyone under the age of 20 or over the age of 35 and anyone - ANYONE - who used txt spk.
From the comfort of my bedroom, I was able to flirt my way through 17 quality suitors and enjoy a flurry of emails over the following week.
I finally managed to get the guts to actually meet one of them and because of the conversation that had flown before, I wasn't nervous.
So I wasn't a petrifying, ball-busting banshee, I was just myself.
I didn't feel like I had to knock him sideways with my personality, I knew he already liked me.
We dated for a further 3 months and had a tremendous time but eventually realized we had quite different end goals.
So it's back to the inbox for me, and so far, I'm enjoying being back.
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