the possibles

so, having given up on making an effort to find a guy, i've actually met quite a few over the last couple of months. first i met V., a nice Indian guy. although we got on well, we haven't managed to see each other since, bar impromptu meetings on the bus. then there was C., a very funny Costa Rican. he really made me laugh. and let's face it, that's why we ended up going to Annecy the other day. but once there, he seemed to lose all his muster, and i haven't seen him since either. he was supposed to spend a week in Germany and visit friends and i got an email saying he couldn't make it to our usual meet-up cos he was in London! then there was D., an other Indian guy, who spent the whole first time we met seriously chatting me up, which, ironically, i hate. people seriously chatting me up, i mean. the second time, we got on a lot better. he'd brought a friend, too. a nice Italian guy. with perhaps a bit too many muscles, but nice nonetheless. saw both of them again at a concert on Wednesday, and D. and i agreed to meet up for a lunch-time swim the next day. except he never showed up, cos he had a job-related appointment at the UN (he's currently unemployed).

so where have i got so far? not very far at all. but i guess it's still more exciting than whatever else was going on before... ;)