Cyberspace dates.

Frustrated by the hot and cold countenance of the architect, wanker-banker and various other men in my life I've decided to take the plunge and delve into the murky waters of online dating.

Terrified by the prospect of having to sell myself, and spurred on by my friends that have had positive experiences on mysinglefriend.com, it seemed like the best option. Allow someone impartial to highlight your flaws in a witty fashion, simple enough. Or not, as my subsequent searches have revealed. I can't believe how many pathetic profiles there are. Come on people.

Luckily my best friend E is an exquisite wordsmith so my honest and amusing profile stands out a mile. MSF shall henceforth be referred to as 'I'm a lame friend', ILF.

Unfortunately online dating brings with it a whole new set of 'rules' of which I am blissfully ignorant (I find it hard enough adhering to the rules of 'meatspace'). I'm not quite sure what it means to be someone's favourite - does that mean they are going to send me a message or are they putting the feelers out to feel if I'm similarly interested in their profile? How many message exchanges is considered appropriate before you decide to meet for real? Crumbs. It's all rather scary.

So far my wonderfully witty profile has incited some pretty lame responses. E has packed it full of potential material so it shouldn't be too difficult to be clever and funny. We'll see.