Sunday Telegram

Sometimes modern technology can be a right pain. Sure, there are always the good things – such as advances in medical treatments, faster computing power, more efficient use of the fuels we have around us and, more importantly, better and faster ways to communicate.

However, as ever, these advances can have the opposite effect.

Before the invention of e-mail and the SMS message, people had to either talk on the phone or send a letter. Modern technology has done away with such things and it’s so easy to do things without having to either meet in person or talk on the phone. As such, this morning I was greeted with the following text message on my phone:-

“I want to be honest with you. your (sic) a really genuine and nice guy, but I don’t think there will be any romance between you and me. I really hope you find the right person soon.”

As a result, yet again, I find myself right back at square one with yet another person commenting on how “nice” I am before disappearing off into the wilderness. However, although I’d previously mentioned that she was the woman of my dreams, I’m surprised I’m not more disappointed than I thought I’d be. Perhaps she wasn’t the girl of my dreams after all?

Still, even with a positive attitude to it all, I’d already registered the danger signs and part of me knew that this was to be the expected outcome. My inner voice (or "gut feeling" if you prefer – as “inner voice” sounds too weird!) kept telling me that those signs were there but, because of all that has happened on my previous Match.com exploits, I decided to ignore them and not give up hope. Perhaps the lesson to be learnt this time is that you should always trust your instincts.

Oh well, another telephone number has been deleted from my phone and memory and it's back to the cattle market for me...