Just Call Me Billy Nodates

I’m not the world’s biggest reader of books, in fact I’m easily distracted by the possibility of watching paint dry or the traffic lights change colour. As a result it takes a very good book to keep my level of interest up. And one of those books was Sean Thomas’ current best selling book Millions
of Women Are Waiting to Meet You: A Story of Life, Love and Internet Dating. It's a title that pretty much sums up the subject matter pretty well really.

Although I knew the outcome of his adventure after reading a serialisation in a Sunday newspaper, I was still keen to see how he reached his happy conclusion and hopefully learn some valuable lessons of my own. But when I compared his Internet dating exploits to my own, I was shocked to learn just how poorly I’m doing – especially with the level of women who actually contacted him rather than him having to do all the leg work.

I guess the meat market of a dating game in the big smoke could be a little different to everywhere else in the country, but the fact that Sean was on a date virtually every week kind of makes my total of four dates in twelve months pretty dire. Still, I suppose the one positive is that it took him twelve months to find "the one". Never the less, given my lack of success I either need to move to London or have a damn good rethink.

With a move to London pretty much out of the question, it looks like it’s going to have to be that rethink then. Given that there’s hardly any women viewing my profile, let alone dropping me a line, it must all boil down to that initial interest in the photograph – the crafty Sean used a photograph of himself stood next to Mick Jagger. So it looks like I need another photo rethink.

The only trouble with this is that I hate having my photograph taken. Although I do polish up quite well, I always tend to end up looking like someone who’s been hit in the face with a wet fish. Never the less, I can only live in hope that someone finds that attractive...