And Then There Were None...

I’m beginning to feel that I’m about as welcome as a vegan at an egg and spoon race as my last and remaining Match.com contact has informed me that she’s going to go out with someone. It’s nothing more than I’d expected, as it was off/on woman - or as is this case now off/off woman. Although I never really got the impression she wanted to meet, it’s still a bit of a blow as I enjoyed our regular e-mail chats.

This Internet dating lark is all very interesting really and it doesn’t half change the way people go about dating. I say this because whenever people say they’d like to stay in touch they inevitably end up disappearing into cyberspace from where they came never to be heard from again. Still, they’re getting on with their new life so it’s hardly surprising really; after all you’d hardly keep ringing up an "ex-boyfriend" just to see how things are going or to tell them about their wonderful new boyfriend.

So feeling a bit down in the dumps I found a bit of encouragement in the most unusual of places. I bought a bottle of juice to drink after my workout at the gym and it contained a competition to win all sorts of remarkable goodies. All you have to do is remove the wrapper and see what you’ve won. Apparently I’ve won the much sought after “better luck next time" prize.

Wise words. Wise words indeed.