.Love.

I am in love. Not with a person. Not yet. I am in love with the idea of being in love. I can't help it, it's like an addiction. Every time I see a guy, I can't help wondering if they are The One. Maybe I should go over and start a conversation? Maybe this could be my one and only chance of finding my soulmate and I am letting it wander away without a second glance? It happens everywhere I go, this niggling feeling that it is my duty to continue the search. It could be anywhere: a supermarket, on a bus, in a club, while I'm taking out the rubbish; my mind goes into overdrive and I just have to start up a conversation and see if there is a spark. On average around fifty percent of the time, guys I approach either think I'm mental or are so mind numbingly boring that, even if they are The One, I can't bear to waste another breath on them. Problem is, with the other fifty or so percent, though I don't feel an initial spark, I'm not instantly turned off by them either, and this is where my problems begin...

    See, my three favourite films of all time (read my profile) each depict couples that weren't gripped by a fairytale love at first sight or even an immediate attraction. They are people separated by wealth and stature, stereotypes, or even just opposing attitudes and beliefs. Yet, something always draws them together. They meet by chance, time and time again, while life provides situations in which they are thrown together. It is here, in these circumstances that a connection emerges and then true love is formed.

    So generally, around one in every two guys gets at least a first chance, if they are willing of course. Fortunately for me, I am not at all bad looking, so most lap up the offer and a first date is born. Unfortunately, most official first dates do not go quite as swimmingly as the movies suggest.