I used to do a lot of internet dating. Did it for seven years, on and off. About 1.34m dates, most of which I can't remember. Wrote about it here. Had some relationships. Fell in love, didn't fall in love, fell in love again. Made four very good friends (and with any luck, one more), who I will almost certainly know until I peg it (fifty years to go: a psychic told me I would die when I'm 86, so it must be true). For reasons regular readers will be aware of, I am not sampling the delights of Gentleman Callers until I can look at myself naked in the mirror without calling the emergency services. I can, however, keep my hand in if I want to, because dating services* still offer me temptations that I can barely resist.
Hi Non-workingmonkey
To celebrate National Dating Day on the 24th September, DatingDirect.com is hosting a Celebrity Dream Date Auction.
The charity auction will end on the 1st October at 2pm with all proceeds going to the registered UK charities of each celebrity’s choice.
Start bidding for the chance to date one of our top celebs including Liz McClarnon of Atomic Kitten fame, and the quizmaster
himself, Chris Tarrant.
When the frantic bidding comes to an end, the highest bidder for each celeb will have their dream turned into reality as they go on a date with their chosen celeb.
The location could be anything from a swanky London restaurant, to the set of a popular TV show to sneak a peak ‘behind the scenes’.
Click below to take a look at the stars going under the hammer…
www.datingdirect.com/nationaldatingday.
Liz McClarnon of Atomic Kitten fame a "top celeb"? Chris Tarrant? Misses England, Northern Ireland, Wales and ... Miss Great Britain? Is she better than Miss Wales, Miss Scotland and Miss England? (Anyone who has recently been in contact with British tabloid television and newspapers will understand why I can't even begin to make a gag about Chris Tarrant going on a date; it'll be shit, and everyone will cry a bit.) Oh, and Foreign Readers - only about four of the people that DatingDirect are offering up are 'celebrities' in any form (D-list) in the UK, so you're not missing much.
But most of all, I'm interested in the fact that this Sunday is National Dating Day. Anyone aware of this fact? Are YOU making special preparations to take the One You Love (or would like to have a go on), out for a 'meal'** in a "swanky restaurant"?
And as for me: well, anyone want to take me out? Regardless of my Gentleman Caller Ban, I don't want to be the only person in the country staying in and watching Songs of Praise this Sunday night. If you're in any doubt (having read my superb blog and admired my photograph), I offer you five reasons why I Make A Great Date:
1. Good at swearing
2. Like booze
3. Can pay own way
4. Interesting conversationalist, if you want to talk about squirrels
5. Live within easy reach of all of London's Top Eateries and Stylish Bars.
Come on. You know you want to. And get your skates on, it'll be hell trying to find a table.
* To cut a long story short, the best ones are Match.com and Guardiansoulmates.co.uk, if you're interested. The one that emailed me today is rubbish. Oh, and don't do internet dating if you're mad. It will make you more mad.
** Bad, bad word.
4 comments:
Presumably Miss Great Britain is what you get when you take Miss England, Miss Wales, Miss Scotland and Miss Northern Ireland and squish them all together very hard.
Into what shape though? That's what I want to know.
Why, the shape of Great Britain, of course.
I'm wondering if it's International Dating Day. It may very well be English Dating Day or European Dating Day or some such, in which case the US may have an entirely different Dating Day altogether. And nothing is more embarrasing, really, than celebrating on the wrong day.
Anyway, I only celebrate gift giving holidays, so I shall abstain.
NB: no-one asked me out on a date last night, so I went round to me mate Sonia's and she cooked me a curry, and we watched the telly. It was better than 98% of the evenings I've had with gentleman callers, THAT'S for sure.
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