I am.....

tired.
Out of patience.
Out of cash.
Out of my mind.
I am...... done in.

Above all, I am totally sick of being so hopelessly single - somehow it's come as a bit of a shock to me that I would ever be on the shelf like this - I've been pretty much in relationships or being strongly petitioned to be in one since I was 15.
Flirting is even harder in an already tricky city, when you're generally chained to a buggy when out and about.
Like the guy I saw twice today, who checked me out in a long and hard over-the-shoulder-stand-still-to-look way, twice, while I had two children in tow. How can I respond to that?! It's not as though I can stop the kids and drag them back 200yards and go 'hiiii..... they're not mine, you know. Please. Date me.'
Still. It might be worth my while getting a T-shirt printed with words to that effect.

Thus disillusioned with my eternal spinster status, I actually signed back up to the dating site..

I got this far into my profile....

London can be an isolating place when you're single.
I know, I was warned, I should have listened.
Foolishly, I arrived in London for work without having packed a man in my luggage, and am now stuck in the single-girl-in-London-loop where I work too hard and meet too few!
Seeing as my downtime is mainly spent catching up on work and friends on the internet, it makes sense to utilise it for the hopeful expansion in my dating life too, and so, here I am.
I am...
A girl
A dreamer
Hopelessly excitable about pointless things
Stubborn & feisty, but hate confrontation
Shy but flamboyant
Totally confused by simple things
Impressed by conversation, good manners and intellect
Unimpressed by money, big muscles, and heavy drinking
I hate making decisions.
And I get myself in trouble for being brutally honest.
Would like to meet someone...
who thinks outside the box
who can keep me grounded

....and realised it sounded more like a blog post in the making than anything a prospective mate might read or respond to. Although... the kind of person I would like to have about would of course be utterly charmed by the way I write, and my description, but ultimately, on the internet, (and from experience, particularly this site) the men checking you out rarely have more to say then 'hi you look nice want to chat xxxx' GAH.

Also, as ever, I found myself on the verge of signing up for dates when I'm about to leave for 10days to work at a festival in deepest darkest countryside, which renders it beyond the utterly useless idea it already was.

And so, I am, again, single and without the time, cash or energy to even try doing anything about it.