Today I had a date. First one for a while, as my previous conquests had been sort of off-the-cuff so to speak and not planned. This was planned, and I was thinking, the last date I went on in London was way back in 2002.

Females in the Uk today are obsessed with this 'girl power' syndrome, where most men are considered inadequate until they prove otherwise. Media throws out images and role models way too far above their stations and as a result this has bred a generation of shallow, self obsessed hard to please bitches.

Conversation was mostly generated by me, and when I thought she'd interject with an opinion or bit of conversation, she didn't and I had to fill the air with more inane drivel. I held my own quite well and she complimented my trainers, which was great for my ego.

I felt that I was being made to produce some kind of amazing impression of myself that just doesn't exist, and that she was just sitting there waiting to be impressed without a useful contribution to aid her expectation. I didn't want to appear like I was being a dominant egotisical prick by just talking but like I said, she offered nothing constructive.

I did wonder. Could she speak english? Course she could, she's a radio presenter.

Was she suffering paralysis? No she managed to walk from the railway station.

Was I boring the crap out of her? Quite possibly.

Was I dressed too provocatively? Not at all. Casual but smart and trendy: Paul Smith jeans, Fenchurch t-shirt with unbuttoned Ripcurl shirt over, brown smooth leather jacket, adidas boot trainers (as seen in my pic), neat hair etc.

What made her laugh? Talking about my cat. Sad really.

What went down badly? Not much actually.

Was her expectations of me too high before this meeting? Possibly. But she must have googled me beforehand, surely.

Did she spike my drink with a stimulant of some kind? No cos I had my eye on my decaf cappucino at all times.

So what was it? Why do I feel unfulfilled and not inclined to masturbate to release the tension?