I’ve been “writing” my book for a while now…if “writing” means actually rewriting and editing the first chapter and chickening out going any further lest I harm my chances at actually finding Mr Right.

The book idea came to me years ago when I re-entered the world of singledom after a long term relationship with a wonderful man whom I loved so much but whom didn’t share my same views on starting a family.

When it is finished, it will offer a comedic look (because let’s face it you just have to laugh at the absurdity of it all sometimes) at dating in your twenties and thirties and will feature tips and an inside look at the dating world from some “experts” in the field of all things romance and sex.

I had been sold the idea after my last long term relationship by all my single girl friends, that it was time to just let go and have fun! Channel your inner “Samantha” from Sex and the City and enjoy your twenties.

Naive Natalie thought that sounded like fun but where do you find men these days? I had been in two long term relationships that had taken up most of my twenties and both of those men had started off as friends.

Online was the answer I kept getting.

“Try those dating sites,” they said.

So I did…and the idea was quite exciting and liberating to begin with…then it became exhausting and monotonous. I was like a broken record spieling my achievements and “pitching” myself like an ad campaign and, even though I was meeting more men than I ever thought were straight, single and lived in Sydney, they just all seemed to have hidden agendas. Sometimes they even had hidden lives.

Five years on and several failed relationship attempts later, I am more exhausted than I ever thought possible at the mere thought of dating.

My loved up friends say they live vicariously through me…heck some of my single friends say the same. So here’s your chance to live vicariously through me, to offer advice and to follow me on my path to (hopefully) finding Mr Right.

Don’t get me wrong I am not after “Mr Perfect”, anyone who believes that is remotely possible is severely deluded. What is perfection anyway?! I am after the MOMD. I learnt this phrase when travelling in Europe last year…

MOMD = Man Of My Dreams

My friend Helen said she had found her MOMD and that’s who I want to find. Maybe I should refer to him as “Mr Right For Me”.

Someone to share life with in all its glory…it sounds pretty simple right?

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