I was on holiday in Blackpool when I picked up my first advice on finding love. While waiting for my sister to recover after her stomach churning rollercoaster ride, I stuck 20p into a Love-O-Meter outside a sports pub. After my coin clicked down the pegs, the fiberglass females face flashed and shook like the washer-dryer under my sink, before requesting I stick my thumb into a gooey gum-filled finger hole. A strip of yellow paper popped from the slot. 8/10. Youre hot, but not too hot, big boy! But thats enough for some lucky lady!A top twenty percent score surely meant Id meet a world-class soul-mate. But here I am fifteen years later in London, and after a few serious (and several scary) relationships, Im still waiting for that mechanical maidens prediction to come true. Only two months back, after ending a three-year relationship with my former flat-mates sister, I re-joined the nations throng of nine million singles. Strangely, it was the exs womanizing brother that helped ease me back into the dating scene. (more…)