I simultaneously wanted dates that were amusing enough to blog about, but I also wanted a real chance of meeting the future Mrs Foxton.
Then I hit upon an idea; why not do a multitude of different dating sites? I figured I could get my amusing dates from the madder sites – such as Biker Dating, Sea Captain dating or Godmother (which matches royals with commoners).
The narrative never veers into misogyny - an inherent risk when a man writes about dating - because the author mostly focuses on his own mistakes and short comings.
On some sites, notably Jewish dating site J-Date and military-fetish website Uniform Dating, I was barraged with messages from confident women looking for dates.
I still don't think I've got over the shock of a naval officer messaging me to say: "Bang bang bang cheeky boy, I like fine chess and handcuffs. " There were plenty of other nightmares – including another visit to A&E near the end with what I can only describe as a sex injury – but I actually found the whole experience of dating on the wild side overwhelmingly positive.
I never really meant to start internet dating, but after a long-term relationship left me single aged 32, I didn't really feel like I had a choice.
My break-up was a bit nightmarish – the girl was due to be the bridesmaid at our friend's all-American, taffeta ballgowns-and-doves-style wedding – you know, the kind of weddings they have at the end of American romcoms – and she failed to show.