After a lot of pressure and persuasion from my friend, I have finally made a dating profile on the Internet. I am quite skeptical, I must say. I don’t even know exactly what it is I am trying to find. Do I seek a relationship? Is it sex that I want? Do I want both? Or do I want either? Maybe it’s just a bit of a pastime for me. And it does turn out to be stealing a lot of my time. It’s real good fun this. It’s also a much better way of getting to know a man instead of meeting them in a pub when I am shitfaced. I quickly manage to sort all the weirdoes out and block them, especially the fruit loop that keeps asking to buy a pair of my used knickers for a hundred quid. I soon learn to manage my profile so all those that I would never want to get to know don’t appear in my searches. After a couple of weeks, I am writing with a few interesting men. One particular guy stands out. He calls himself the Captain. After another week, I am only writing with the Captain. We have exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers and we are chatting to each other several times a day.
