I often like to sit, and think about things from an outside perspective. Watch the World go by and envisage what could have been and what may be.

I am a hapless romantic, involved in a world where chivalry is not dead. I don’t expect coats over puddles, but modern equivalents of opening of doors, pulling out of chairs the common courtesies that seem to have escaped the upbringing of the male population. However upon that rare chance you do meet a well rounded, attractive guy who has more manners than a teapot, snatch and grab, because tomorrow he will be gone.

Dating is the devils game, and we all know how unlucky in love he is, but how else is that knight in shining armour going to impress, as we no longer live in Austen’s Realm of wealth and knowledge being prize indicators. These days any Tom, Dick or Harry may be wealthy, its the characteristics and personality that are the attributes to a fruitful relationship.

I have met every Tom, every Dick and every Harry, and now I’m just looking for my Mr. Big.