It’s awful when you are chatting up someone thinking it’s a girl and then your mates come over to inform you that in fact it’s a dude with long hair and skinny jeans. But for some reason my brain is going into overload and my finger just can’t stop but swipe left and say know. Ah well, there’s only another three billion or so women left on the planet to get rejected by.But there is someone for everyone so she has to be out there somewhere right? Chances are I will end up living with 52 cats in a bungalow crying into a pillow.Dating and romance, here we go, buckle up everyone, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.If you can excuse the pun there I would like to talk about the miserable world of dating.There are many more positive things I will talk about in the future but I can’t give all of my secrets away straight away now can I.Online dating websites for the blind and visually impaired offer a chance to socialise and "cyber-flirt" with peers.Mrs Smith had the years on me and beat me every time. I gave up looking for what I could join in the end and decided I had to take matters into my own hands. Well, the truth is, I probably am a bit mad but you have to be to start such a venture.After a lot of hard work and getting the group which is now known as Outlook off the ground I, along with a few others founded the Gloucestershire Visually Impaired County Cricket Club. Cricket after all is a game played with eleven players and at the time we had 6. At the time I was dubious, many conversations would take place between myself and the coach at the time about whether or not we could get it off the ground and make it work.
Even people from the mighty cricketing nation of Wales.But with all of the mishaps and all of the good cricket our motley crew produce, it is always fun.The bus journeys are full of laughter, the banter is always on point and you can always guarantee a good pint after the game (or before in some cases) not that we endorse it.At the end of it all when I look back to all of the struggles and the hours spent to form the embers of what is now a club burning brighter and brighter every season, you have to say, it was all worth it.Friendships for life are formed, exercise is always good and my trophy shelf has some welcome additions which for a while I didn’t think would happen. Not sure if these go hand in hand, there is no reason to suggest it does but my left ear is useless. I could be completely sober but look like I have been on a bender with a group of randy darts players.I hate it, I am not good at it and it makes me feel awkward. This is just the start of the crazy world of dating that I have found myself in.God I am a catch with my sweaty forehead and clammy hands. It’s all well and good to pull out a chair for your lady of choosing or even opening the door for her, but you got to find the damn thing first. If I can offer a word of advice, don’t ever do speed dating with out research first. I don’t expect this post is going to help my chances of finding anyone anytime soon but hey, somethings you just have to get off your chest right?That’s it for now Just to clarify this is not a rant at anyone in particular, it is merely Real Life Humour.MRWG For as long as I can remember I have loved sports, both watching and playing.It used to really get me down until I realised that ugly is exactly what they are.There’s no decency to a person that can talk to a total stranger in such ways, just ugliness.