Mr. iPhone seemed like a good rebound from Mr. ExVex. I was told that he was easy going, casual and decent looking. At this point, I really did not care. A date or a distraction was

So I heard through the grapevine that Mr. ExVex was seeing a few girls at the same time (including his ex!) and although I am fine with him seeing other people, I just felt he

  This is Maria’s date 5 with Mr. ExVex. Read their date 1, date 2, date 3, date 4. Mr. ExVex did not suspect a thing from my abrupt departure from our date at the pub. He even told me

 This is Maria’s date 4 with Mr. ExVex. Read their date 1, date 2, date 3. Mr. ExVex invited me out to the local pub to have a few drinks with some of his mates and some mutual

This is Maria’s date 3 with Mr. ExVex. Read their date 1, date 2. After my previous date with Mr. ExVex, I did not know what to expect. To be honest, I felt a bit strange and

This is Maria’s date 2 with Mr. ExVex. Read their date 1. As soon as I spotted him in the car park of the restaurant, I felt all giddy. He really was a sight for sore

I have always known Mr. ExVex and his ex-girlfriend; in fact everyone knew them. They were the ‘it’ couple. The fun, playful, good-looking and solid couple, but… Mr. ExVex recently became single. While he was with

Mr. FitnFun was the older guy in high school that all the girls drooled over. He went to the local all boys’ high school and everyone knew who he was. I would often see him

Mr. Sexual Predator was a professor of science. He was much older, conservative looking and well dressed. When I met him, the first thing I noticed was that he had kind eyes. Disney movie  kind! I

It has been difficult lately to get good dates. I feel like I have exhausted my list of potentials on Facebook, my girlfriends were low on suggestions and I have not been trying less

Mr. Eyebrows asked for my number while I was having dinner with my girlfriend. He was eavesdropping and heard me say, ‘’It’s so hard to get dates.’’ I called him a week later to take

I met Mr. Potbelly at a friend’s pool party last year. He was the life of the party. You know – the guy making all the rude jokes and speaking as if he had a

Mr. High Flyer was a high flying accountant for one of the biggest firms in Sydney. I agreed to go on a blind date with him because my girlfriend told me: “Oh he’s dreamy, loaded

Mr. Gambler wore shiny patent leather shoes, white tight jeans and a white blazer on our date. He looked rather out of place next to the regular folks in the bar. I used all my

Mr. Snot-a-lot was not conventionally handsome, but he had something about him. Scars on his arms and face, crooked teeth and tattoos everywhere. He was twitchy and small in stature, but I asked him out