Desperate Fishwives?

Yes, the post's title is at least five years out of date but I always wanted to use it. It's a kind of checksum for all Alan Carr jokes.

Anyhoo, I am one day into internet dating and all seems good. A few winks, apparently a few "private" messages (despite them clearly being generic) and I feel "loved". I have to say there are some beautiful single people out there. The problem I have, though, is that I have to sign up and pay money to reply to these lovely ladies. Paying isn't a problem per se but online dating does seem to be f%££$&$g expensive. No, seriously. F&^%$%£g expensive.

£20 per month? At these prices I can't even afford to make a joke about a happy ending. For £20 I get three times guaranteed with a local lady of the night AND they phone for my taxi.

I jest, of course. But my point still stands. Love must be cheaper than this. If I signed up I would feel dirty and desperate. If I was paying that much I would say yes to people I wouldn't normally want to.

I finally get it. Get out there and do stuff. Meet people. That's how you do it!

Apologies for the saccharine shizzle.