A taste of Tidy Up on Your Way Out" ..". About six months later I dropped Lyndsey a line on the dating site. I had a meeting near to where she lived and asked if she wanted to meet up for a reconciliatory drink. Her reply was that she would love to meet for a beer so she could throw it all over me. "A firm refusal but, on reflection, fair." Finding myself single at the age of forty was not in my life plan. I had never been very confident or particularly good at dating when I had youth and looks on my side. How the hell was I supposed to get back into meeting women now I was older, heavier, wrinklier and weighed down with emotional baggage? This is the hilarious, odd, romantic and heartbreaking story of the crazy six years that followed. In search of a lasting relationship and perhaps the elusive next Mrs G I dated everyone from my closest friend's sister to a woman living in Moscow. I have online dated, speed dated and randomly chatted up hundreds of women, spent thousands of pounds and travelled thousands of miles just racking up a series of dating disasters. After four years of dating women I began to think that there were no sane or balanced single ones left on the planet. As the years went by, however, the truth became inescapable. There was only one common factor linking all of these relationships and events together: ME This painful lesson changed my life forever. Join me as I reveal all ...