As I start with enthusiasm to enter the first one, I am greeted with a 5 minute registration form, OK go for it.

I plunged onto my laptop, with its speedy Internet connection (technology and I...well a story for another day), started with "Find a Man", brilliant, pages upon pages of web sites. A few nights ago, I took matters into my own hands to actively look for some male company. Having been dumped into the shark infested, turbulent waters of the "Single Social Scene" on the Pyotr Blanca, over a year ago; and having passed the phase of wishing to decapitate any male that glanced my way, let alone talk to me, or come within 50 yards I made a decision to make changes. Eight pages later, I am fed up, I did trawl through several of these registration requests not filling them in. All asked about your weight, size, & build.

Some asked politely about your dress size, well we all know some stores are a little more generous, so it is a size smaller, plus I am not telling fibs when I go even 3 sizes smaller, because they are in my wardrobe, and I will.