At the end of the day everybody wants to know whether the person's into them or not, right? As a guy we're no different. If a girl doesn't like me, I just want her to come out and say she'd "rather be friends" or "please stop hanging out in front of my flat, I've already notified the police". In this day and age, though, it's never that simple.
Those of us who have ever used dating sites will not be shocked to learn of another story centred around fake profiles breaking in the world of online dating - today it's Tinder under the uncomfortable spotlight. It seems Tinder (owned by InterActiveCorp who also own Match.com and OKCupid) have been hit by the bots
Whether your "New Year New You" dating resolution was to find that someone special in 2014, to cut down on your never-ending list when it comes to finding that perfect person or to update your profile picture from the one of you posing on holiday seven years ago, I think now is the time to take a look back.
I often hear these online dating civilians spouting off their perception of online dating and those that would dare find a date online and it never ceases to amaze me how wrong they are. In an attempt to break the cycle, here are the most common online dating myths and the truth behind them.
I have however noticed a growing appetite for 'quirky' dates. A raft of zany pursuits are now on offer for the adventurous romantic, anything from rock climbing to salsa dancing; walking tours, scenic cycle rides, even 'toilet dating' - the list is as long as it is baffling.
In the late 20th century the most common way men and women met was through friends or through work. There were many benefits to this; when meeting through friends, you know something about their history and background as well as being more likely to have shared values and interest. In the last 15 years this has started to change with the event of online dating.
Could that perfectly timed phone call REALLY have been that 'important'? There's many more controversial/offensive ways to describe him emptying his sack quicker than Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, but they all mean the same thing. However, putting a nice spin on things doesn't hide the adult truth.
Ah, the second date - the "Holy Grail" of dates. The date that says "hey, we got through the first date without killing each other and we can probably tolerate each other again for another few hours at least".
Football: I remember a very miserable afternoon - a rainy Saturday - spent in a pub that smelled of cauliflower and dog, staring with great concentration at a TV up on the wall. I didn't really dare look away in case I looked like I was bored and I couldn't have given two bronze f***s about what was happening...
t's amazing how many female clients and colleagues I encounter who are highly intelligent, beautiful, kind, smart, witty and bright yet they get so easily duped by players. Players know how to say the right things, how to hook you by telling you want they think you want to hear.
Do you ever find yourself sitting around the dinner table with your parents while they ask yet again if you have met anyone special? Or do they drop not so subtle comments about hoping to be a grandparent before they die?
The room was crowded with people in variations of our attire, many of the males had longish hair parted towards the middle, several had their shirt sleeves half rolled up - there was something of the '90s Richard Madeley about these men, affable and moderately successful, but crushingly dull.
You may think that starting an affair behind your partner's back would be a stupid thing to do - but recent research tells us that four out of five women seeking an affair on the internet fall into the ABC1 socio-economic groups.
Last year was my year for getting back out there and I still laugh about how many men I had on the go at any one time. My antics became so notorious at work that every day at 5pm a group of girls would make their way surreptitiously to my desk for a daily update. As well as Serge, the Stuntman, Email Sex Pest and Posho I made a brief foray onto an internet dating site.
I get the feeling that he's typing one-handed, so decide now's as good a time as any to go into silent mode. He gives it one final go. "I shaved today," he says. I see the email has an attachment: a photo, which I open. Yes, he's shaved all right. Everywhere. Instead of a smooth chin or chest, I see gleaming genitalia - Spam-pink with sensitivity and not a hair to be seen...
Calling bullshit as often as we do means we've started to become mistrustful of the little knowledge we are presented with. From bogus quotes and photoshopped images to out and out lies dressed as news, it's all out there to fit agendas, appease trouble makers and rile up the stupid.