I have kissed enough frogs, now where is my Prince?

The end of my frantic dating has come to an end and it is unfortunately not because I found someone.

I have been continuously dating for 3 months. I have dated out of my usual boundaries- something rather new and scary for me. I have been out with men who are usually below my radar and I have come to realise something, the heart wants what it wants, and what mine wants is a 6ft2 tall, athletic/rugby player built manly man with a laidback attitude and a cheeky smile- does anyone know of such a catch?

Any who if you are wondering what happened to all those men some AKA as frogs, I was dating well let me enlighten you;

*Swedish guy, as hot as he was he was a non starter. A bit of a teaser. You know the type; give you all kinds of hope only to never deliver. I only stuck for it as long as I did (2 weeks) because he resembled my crush Freddie Lljungberg.

*French Guy was waaayyy to intense for my liking. He also struck me as the jealous type-ewwww! So we had one date and I never returned for more. Last I heard he is back with his ex girlfriend, I wonder if she resembles Serena Williams.

*Young Man, a sweet 23 year old who made for good boyfriend material if he had been 10 years older and not straight out of University. We clicked, we kissed we dated if only for a brief while!

*Atlanta boy was a non starter from the beginning. Cursed with the wandering the eye, he would happily notice other females while on dates with me. Even when I adorned my lucky mini skirt and killer heels his eyes continued to be distracted- damn him! Besides his chat up lines seem to only tempt the most desperate of hood rats making them total kryptonite to any decent normal girl like moi. So he did not sway me, because I am sure the last time I checked the words hood and rat did not apply to me.

*Rich Guy seems to be a Harry. Not much to look at first, second or third glance, but at fourth glance one will notice the naughtiness in his eyes and the constant cheeky grin. I thought he was a banker, but recently he corrected me, he is actually a lawyer. He is an over confident man’s man- think Wall Street, think Gordon Grekko. Funnily enough I have kept him around, so let’s see if a bird and a fish can make it.

Lastly let’s bow our heads and remember the men who just did not make the cut:

The school teacher- cute but dull, dull, dull oh my and really cheap too.

Church boy- he lost me as soon as the words “I go to church every Sunday would you come with me?" left his mouth. I mean come on, I know that I am raised catholic and what not but church on Sunday? You are more likely to find me having brunch at smiths of Smithfield!

LSGS