I give up.
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Not dead
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Hello. I’m very much alive, just in case you were worried. I realise I haven’t updated this in ages and I stopped approving comments a long time ago. I haven’t lost interest, things are just a bit rubbish at the moment. If you need to email me you can do so on adam[at]thegirlofmydreams.co.uk.
Sorry for the lack of updates.
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Still waiting
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I keep receiving emails asking me why I haven’t updated my blog in over a month. People ask if I have given up my search? Have I gone and got a girlfriend, or a job?
The answer is no. It was always possible that my search could be a long one. It was never likely that my soulmate would contact me straight away. For the past 6 weeks I have met four different girls that emailed me. Each girl was charming, but unfortunately not her.
I’ll try to update my blog more often, but unless something genuinely exciting happens I don’t really see much point. Just remember that I won’t give up. I’m going to find her. I promise.
Oh, and my debt stands at just under £5,000.
A quick note
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I’ve been following old leads around the country for the past few weeks with very little luck. My total bank balance (including credit card debt) is now at -£4,332. Wonderful.
Also, if you think you know the girl and and she lives in Mexico then please hold off emailing me for a couple of weeks. Thanks.
Jake and Ryan
Friday, April 3, 2009
I waited for two hours for the girl and she didn’t turn up. Want to know why? Here’s an email from ‘Caroline’:
Ha ha, i cant believe yyou actually went to amsterdam. you really are a loser. get a life you muppet.
love jake and ryan
xxx
So, yeah. The girl I went to meet turned out to be a couple of guys from England winding me up.
I’m broke.
Holland
Sunday, March 29, 2009
In a bit of a rush as I have to catch my ferry in about 50 minutes, but I’m going to meet a girl who emailed me from Amsterdam. Again, fingers crossed.
Spain
Thursday, March 19, 2009
It’s 2:20AM and I returned home about an hour ago after possibly the worst week of my life. Last Thursday I received a promising email from a girl in Vitoria-Gasteiz, Spain. Impulsively, I booked a ticket on a ‘minicruise‘ to Bilbao, which is about thirty minutes away from Vitoria-Gasteiz. Don’t let the word ‘minicruise‘ fool you; it wasn’t glamorous. This was the cheapest way to get to Spain, costing just £68. After two long, uncomfortable, seasick, cabaret-filled nights, I arrived in Bilbao and I got a taxi to Vitoria-Gasteiz to meet the girl. It wasn’t her. After an awkward coffee, I got my taxi back to the port. However, the ferry wasn’t there. It turns out I had forgotten to set my watch to Spanish time and I had managed to miss my return journey by about 40 minutes.
My improvised journey back to England has been an unusual one. No, actually, scrap that; a painfully horrible one. I’m going to bed.