Y'know the Lynx advert? Where the guy simply applies anti-perspirant and women flock to him. Well, it's bollocks. Total bollocks in-fact. I've been through plenty of cans in my time, from Africa to Java and back again, and I can tell you, with my hand on my armpits, that paying an extra quid-fifty for Lynx deodorant is money wasted
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.
We all have an idea in our mind of what we want out of our relationship, and how we would like it to be. While we need to be conscious of seeking perfection from ourselves, from our partner (or potential partner) or from our relationship, we also need to be careful that we don't compromise ourselves for the sake of a relationship.
I'm not saying it isn't a wonderful happy ending: falling passionately in love with someone for the rest of your life, someone who'll forever support you and of whom you'll never tire. But it's the journey which appeals to our imagination, not the destination. The fact 39 per cent of marriages end in divorce provides further evidence for that.
It seems like online dating has its own set of rules, some of them more obscure than you might think. For example, apparently you are likely to get more hits if you wear red in your profile picture. Also, and this is not research, just anecdotal, you are less likely to get hits if your profile pic is a selfie (no friends).
Valentines Day is fast approaching. If you're single this may fill you with dread as you contemplate yet another year watching couples celebrating together wondering when your true love will come along. But success in attracting true love can only happen from a place of joy and happiness within your self.
Every stage of Christmas is an event in itself, a milestone to be marked, a perfect Instagram moment. Christmas doesn't just happen to him, it's a series of experiences he feels he has to have, otherwise he's failed. At first this will seem romantic and exciting, before your brain slowly starts to dribble right out of your head. And when it does, it's got tinsel running through it.
There'll be rumblings of Christmas being "too commercialised", that the town centre is "hell on Earth" throughout December and, when you slink in feeling warm and merry after your work Christmas drinks, he will look with scorn upon your flashing Rudolph nose and antlers, brush the crumpled mistletoe out of your hand and will refuse you drunken Christmas sex. What a joyless, heartless b*****d.