When people find out I work for an international online dating site, one of the most common things I hear is, "online dating doesn't work!" Then they go into some story about how either they or someone they know used to have a profile online but never met anyone they liked. Here are three reasons why online dating isn't working for you and what to do differently.

Whilst my business is in the dating game, I appreciate that first dates can still be nerve-wracking: What to wear, what to say, when to say it, how to sit, who'll pay etc. The list is long and can be overbearing for many.

Being totally honest in our profiles can go in one of two directions. You either get no replies, perhaps the odd one or two after pub closing hours, or you attract someone who admires you for your honesty AND your flaws. Bingo. You may as start choosing the fabric and start table planning.

I wanted Kristie Kreme to be the kind of girl who could read Naomi Wolf's new book without blushing repeatedly at the word 'vagina'. The kind of liberated feminist who had no qualms about knowing what she wanted and taking it. A girl who would turn a walk of shame into a march of glory.

It appears that the days of meeting and dating are gone and the generation of dating auditions has begun, well it probably begun quite some time ago to be fair. The internet does play a large part in this with the huge rise in internet dating websites that now means it's easier to find a date.

"You did what?" I said, gawping at newly single GBF (Gay Best Friend) as he recounted his Friday night activities.

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If your beau isn't doing his best to turn up at a date on time, imagine how self-centred and lacklustre he'll be when taking up space on your king-size mattress.

One slogan I do have a fondness for, however, is 'shop local'. It's nice to keep things in the neighbourhood, to contribute to the good of the community, and so it is that I find myself in a bar not a 20-minute walk from my house, waiting for the next Guy.

Sympathy eyes are an unspoken sign between two commuters that a third commuter is getting on their tits. Don't forget, from tiny acorns of simmering, shared hate, mighty oaks of frenetic sex in rail station toilets grow.

He is taller than I thought he would be, his dirty-blond hair slicked into a side parting, and wearing a white T-shirt with a wide crew neck which grazes his collar bone. He beams as he sees me and walks over to me. I stand and put out my hand for him to shake. Ridiculously, pathetically, I puff out my chest.

From never minding being single at all, the fact that I was spending most of my time at singles events made me feel permanently, terminally single. The more singles events I went to... the more I felt as if I was getting further and further away from actually meeting someone.

During my many recent sessions of champagne-swilling, my conversation with fellow party-goers has been turning to their sign-ups on internet dating sites. I hope my stories didn't put them off.

The true currency of dating, the one you never really think about, is time. Whether you're buttering up a honey in a noisy bar, doing extra lengths at the swimming pool to impress a buff lifeguard or stumbling through endless online profiles, the amount of time you spend on this initial process can be disheartening if the end result is less than satisfactory.

I've never had the misfortune to date anyone from the workplace and I've no intention of dipping my toe in that stagnant pool now, so it is with some bemusement I accept an ex-colleague's invitation to go for a drink.

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The old saying goes that the Devil finds work for idle hands, but he also seems to run an interesting sideline in spicing up long, boring afternoons.

If there's one thing you learn when you're looking for Mr Right, it's that there's a whole slew of Mr Wrongs just itching to get in your way. It's like being in a computer game: you have to despatch bad guy after bad guy in order get to the goods.

Second chances don't come along every day and you never get another opportunity to make a first impression. It is these clichés which reverberate as I make my way to this date, a last minute reprieve for a potential romance I'd long consigned to death row.

You need a thick skin to be an internet dater. While there may be weeks where suitors are banging down your inbox, there are others when the only emails you'll get are from the dating site to remind you that you've been a customer for six months (already!) and must renew your subscription. Six months, and Mr Right still eludes you.

Hooray for online dating! Who needs romance when you can be ridiculously picky and specify what you want from another human being, even down to their ...