Yes - Mr Depp - even you.
They can't give a straight answer to a straight question. They text you a million times a day and when you say, look, sorry but I have my own drama, all I was looking for was a shag... they get mean and threatening.
I loved my husband. I didn't want a divorce - I NEEDED a divorce. Now we're not together, I'm not looking for the love of my life, because I already married him. I just want someone who wants to go out for a drink when I'm not with the kids and make me remember what it's like to be Lisa, instead of mummy.
Little did I know that I would be surrounded by creeps, weirdos and downright arseholes.
Thank God for Anne Summers and LoveHoney. And just when I think I'll be perfectly happy with my bottom drawer than you very much, I start chatting to what seems like a really nice guy who hasn't asked me my bra size or whapped his wang out and has, instead, asked me out for a drink. So then I'm left with the dilemma of do I just delete the messages and turn to Roger Rabbit, or give him a chance. They can't all be bastards... can they?
N.B: And this is my own experience and not to be confused with anyone else's experience because... selfishly enough, I'm not waffling about your's, only mine.