It wasn't meant to be like this.

Let’s make it clear; I never intended to be practically re-virginised at the age of twenty.

Things seemed to be going well – I have fantastic friends, a gorgeous house in London, a wardrobe full of clothes.. but a distinct lack of a sex life. Of course, it hasn’t always been like this – I did have a boyfriend of 3 years but after we called it quits last february – nothing. Weeks turned into months, and after I could no longer pass off my embarassingly asexual existence as a pretend vow of giving up sex for lent, I decided to see if I could a whole year. I never thought of myself as a nymphomaniac, but I certainly never imagine that 12 months would pass and not one opportunity would even present itself.

I’m sure the general assumption will be that I’m some sort of repulsive troll with back hair and no teeth, but I’m actually alright looking. I just seem to attract very unusual people. I guess it must have something to do with my penchant for ‘quirky’ looking geeks. I have actually been seeing someone for the best part of six months, but so far, its been the most dysfunctional relationship known to man – the most fitting word to describe it, although crass, would definitely be “shitshow”.

Of course, I recognise that I’m not perfect – I’m just a little bit dramatic, quite traditional (although others would just describe me as a prude, I stand by that intimacy with a stranger freaks me out) and very indecisive. I have made catastrophic dating mistakes over the past year, but need to change my ways, rise from my ashes as in six months time I will be moving to the middle east – if I can’t get laid in London, I have no hope of doing so in Arabia.

I will blog my dating horrors over the past year and obviously, tell you of any that should arise in the near future. I’m confident that there will be many, my life seems to be punctuated by excruciatingly embarrassing moments.