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They really are like buses, aren't they?

This week is a busy week; not only have I started my new and exhausting job, I also have 3 dates. I don't think that any of the dates are particularly healthy for my love life; they're more KFC than a vegetable medley.

So, let's go through these dates in a Cilla Black Blind Date way:

Date number 1:
On Wednesday I will be wined and dined by a gentleman 12 years older than me, who is originally from my part of the world, but now resides in London. A property developer with houses in Florida (one of which is his private house - probably where he maims and kills females he meets on dating websites) and he also has other businesses too.

So why isn't this one going anywhere?  1) I am intimidated by his wealth, 2) I feel like a bit of a gold digger, and finally 3) although we share a lot of the same interests, I'm just not bowled over at the minute.

Date number 2:
On Friday night I will not be wined and dined, but I will be meeting Tattoo Guy for a roll in the hay. We can all tell that this isn't the best idea, but a girl's got to have good once in a while! And with him, we both know what it's about. No emotions of love. Just sex.

Date number 3:
Science Guy is back on the scene. This will be our third date and we're off to see Frankie Boyle on Sunday night. I'm excited about this one. Alas, it is because I will be watching Frankie Boyle, not because I will be talking to Science Guy.

He's just a bit, well, wet. There's not much to him. And he certainly doesn't make me laugh. Yes, he's sweet, but he's not even sarcastic, and that is a minimum requirement. We haven't even kissed yet.

Here I am slagging him off, and knowing my luck he'll be the one who I end up marrying. God, I hope not.

Well then Cilla, I have 3 dates and none that are going anywhere, so thanks for that you ginger northerner!