2 – 1 – 1 = A Big Fat Zero

So it had to happen really. After a jolly good natter on the phone, and the chance of a meeting later on in the week, my latest Match.com hopeful has bowed out and left me floundering around in the middle of dumpsville (yet again).

Still, I must admit that I had my suspicions that this was always going to be the case. For a start, she was pretty much out of my league in the career stakes (although I certainly wasn’t threatened by this) but after she attended a wedding over the weekend she bumped into an old friend, they hit it off and she’s going see how things go. Well, that’s certinaly the best and most original put down I’ve had in a long time.

Anyway, after she had such a wonderful time with her long lost friend, even managing a lunch date the following day, she decided that wasn’t right to ring me and arrange our little meet - although she was looking forward to it (obviously not that much then).

So my little band of merry blog fans, we're back to that big fat zero all over again. This glass is really starting to look a little under filled. Ho-hum.