I put on a red dress today and i had my hair curled up. My date today is called Golfer. He's late thirties, married twice and sense of humour of zero!

We had lunch at Halia and he was dressed in  a suit under the hot sun. I had a glass of white wine and he had water cause he have to go to work after lunch.

So after a long and dreaded lunch, we took a walk at the Botanical gardens. The view is much better than looking at a humourless man. "So tell me something about yourself that i need to know?", he grinned. "Well, i just signed my divorce papers and i am only going to date A list men from now on", i replied with a straight face yet again.

"Good lord! The girl has taste", he praised me. "Well, it's nice seeing you and thank you for the nice garden lunch", i handed out my hand. "So what are you doing weekends?", he asked "Well, i am saving my weekend for another A list man", i smiled. "Don't i deserve a second chance?", he pleaded. "I'm not sure if i can hang around you for more than a few hours. I'm sorry but i think you're boring and you'll be the cause of my future mental diseases", i told him off.

After two days of dating so called A men, i realised, they are single for one reason. I thought they have it all but all they have are huge salary and boring intellectual conversations. You should see Golfer's face when i lit up my fag. He goes like "Ooh, i never know you smoke"  "Is that a problem?"  "You just don't look like a smoker!"

Wake up A list men!!!

Money buys you hooker but not hearts.

I'm meeting another boring brick tomorrow for dinner.

Da Paolo will be a good place to dine, in case he turns out to be  a bore, at least i'll have nice food.