How do you feel about going on a date with me? I’m abroad for another two weeks; you’ve got plenty of time to prepare yourself. It will be the best night of your life, of course.

I knew it was love because it was easy to talk about a load of bollocks and laugh until we hurt.

Well, he’s history. You’re free to meet the man of your dreams now.

He was nice. And he was hot. And he didn’t seem to mind that I was borderline mental.

Whoever you end up with, you shouldn’t be changing a thing for them. Nothing. Don’t be with anyone if you can’t be you. Because you’re bang on just as you are.

After all, I wasn’t a bad person. I was just doing my best in what had turned out to be a fairly imperfect life.

He was nice. And he was hot. And he didn't seem to mind that I was borderline mental.

I'd woken up this morning and nearly crapped my pants with fear. Whoever invented Internet dating deserved to be strung up: it was a terrible idea.

Having a man this good looking begging me for sex was the best therapy I could ask for.

Whoever you end up with, you shouldn't be changing a thing for them. Nothing. Don't be with anyone if you can't be you. Because you're bang on just as you are.