Well, when I started this blog I thought: I will just keep updating on the various guys I have met and the ones I am sleeping with at present, then when I have found the "One" (the wheat in the chaff, the diamond in the rough, whatever), I will either stop writing because he might find out about it, or keep describing our blissfully happy life together.
This hasn't happened.
Instead, Flyboy (the Pilot), the Pilot 2, the Journalist, Chubby, the Aristocrat, Frenchie and whatever else I called them are at best at the peripheries of my life now (although I miss Canada like crazy, he is an MSN friend right now) and there is a whole new table of players:

My ex-friend's ex (the XX?): Had a lovely meet-up over cocktails last night. Non-romantic, but he is great company and we keep each other updated on our dating progress. Also talked about the EX (friend/girlfriend - see: "the bitch goes on", or "Merry Bitch-mas") and how she screwed us, which was therapeutic if not particularly constructive.

Blues Boy: A recent acquisition from my night job, he caught my eye weeks ago and this time we actually managed to have a lovely long conversation until I got told off for slacking. Going on a date tonight! (he likes singing)

Mr Red: (wore a red jumper) We had a date last night, a brief drinks thing before I met XX for cocktails. It was lovely and we couldn't stop talking. We have loads in common, the same degree, been to the same towns, like similar things... He could really relate to me and I to him, can't wait to see him again

Various other new web dating men I am about to meet soon/ exchanging messages with look promising, oh, and I just met a dashing young accountant I had a real laugh with all day, so who knows if it may lead anywhere!?

The trouble with so many options is just:
- I will get confused (thankfully or, confusingly, 3 of them share the SAME NAME!)
- I will get exhausted
- I will pick the wrong one
- I will sleep with them all and feel like a slut
- I will sleep with some of them and one will find out and get hurt/hurt me
- None of them will want to talk to me anymore when they suspect I am meeting a few of them to get to know them
- I will fall for 2 or 3 of them and be unable to make a choice, then end up alone again, ready for round 3...
- Some random guy from my past will suddenly propose and I will be even more confused (yeah right)
- I will get pregnant and have no clue who the daddy is (as if!)
- I will get annoyed with people calling me all the time, that I will just take off to NYC to let the Colonel fulfil his dirty desires with my bum hole or to let the arrogant American fuck me for money, or alternatively let the fat Indian prince sweep me off into the sunset... ?