Really? Mr Right?

Colour me surprised but I may have met Mr Right and I can’t tell you how unexpected that was. I do still have to work out his full name. We’ve all been there, right, girls? Mr Always Right? Mr Too Far Too The Right? Or that old zinger, Mr Married...

I don’t think I’m the only one who has had that tiny skip of the heart when I’ve looked at a bio. Wow. Perfect! Photos, age, height, build, bio. Ooh! And he can spell, and his message was funny and clever.

Well, only strangers are perfect.

Good thing about a dating website, you find out right away whether the man is literate or not. I’m a writer, and capital letters, call me old-fashioned, are a bit of a turn-on after a series of messages on the lines of hi im gazza like ur foto lol (especially as I didn’t have up a photo)

Then the little confessions. Like the guy a friend of mine met, who shyly admits that those few extra pounds on his bio, well, he’s 27 stone and wants to know if you’re a good cook. (27 stone is 378 pounds, or just over 170 kgs). Why DO that? Lots of women like bigger men, tell the truth from the start. In fact if ever the case was made for webcams, it is on dating websites, before you get too starry-eyed. They may make you look hideous, but at least you both know you can only look better in real, and if you like the look of them and the sound of them on webcam, wow.

There’s no substitute for meeting, eventually. Does he walk right? Smell right? That’s not whether he favours Lynx or not, it is pheromones and if he doesn’t ring your bell, or you don’t reach something primal in him, it isn’t going to work.

I’d love to hear some stories about this stage from you guys, how that ‘damn you look good’ stage translated into the meeting. That’s the next stage for me and Mr Looks So Right, setting up a meeting in another country. His country? Mine? Neutral territory?

Of course I’m nervous!