We’d been dating for a couple of months when he took me on a romantic weekend to Italy.“So when are you going to be my wife,” he asked as we arrived at the hotel.When I said that it was a bit soon he was furious and left me in the hotel without any transport back to the airport.Even though the site I was on claimed to be for professionals looking for romance, a lot of the men are just trawling for sex.I’ve had so many messages offering intimate evenings that I’ve stopped counting.As I looked at the photos of my prospective mates, I was pleasantly surprised by the wonderful men looking for love.
In the search for Mr Right, it is inevitable that you will date a few Mr Wrongs but it isn’t always easy to know the difference in the early stages of dating.
If I was particularly popular, the idea that I was desirable would give me a shot of confidence.
In the end I started to measure my self-worth by whether or not complete strangers found me attractive.
Silly as it might sound, I kept hoping my perfect man was only a mouse click away.
That is when I met Paul, a handsome illustrator from Surrey.