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Posted by Lucy Robinson at 18:02 on 16 Feb 2010

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Now here's a thing - a very funny thing - Channel 4 are making a documentary about my blog! I can't help but find this hilarious, given what a complete loser I have revealed myself to be since writing this. There again I still can't believe that anyone even reads the bloomin thing so I suppose this is just a further extension of my incredulity.

When I write these blogs I am almost always sitting on my sofa with my laptop burning my thighs, eating my dinner, texting someone, calling someone else, stalking my next date online, surveying the depressing goings on in my online dating inbox, doing some work, dreaming of exotic men and asking my housemate if I will ever have nookie again. It is a source of great wonder to me that there are people out there in cyberspace who then actually read the ramblings that arise from such evenings. If you're one of them, then thank you. You should know that when I write a blog, I read it back and think "Oh my God. I am a basket case. It's time to report myself to a psychiatrist."  But you guys make me feel like there is hope for me. That perhaps my mad internet stalking, my tendency to fall in internet love and my dramatic failures in the online dating arena are actually quite normal.

So anyway, the documentary is about love online. Not just internet dating but the way everyone uses the internet in their relationships (and break-ups) too.

The documentary makers are looking for people to take part who have internet love stories of their own. Judging by the brilliant, funny and often very touching comments that you leave on this blog (which, for the record, ALWAYS make me smile) there are are lot of you out there with something to say about love online.

Fancy it? Here's the lowdown if you do.

They're looking for smart girls to interview who have probably dabbled in online dating themselves. No-one will be asked to name and shame and no one will be filmed on dates or anything - they just need to do an interview.

If you are interested then email the programme makers: love@minnowfilms.co.uk

There's no obligation to take part if you email. You can just find out more. And if you do take part then AWESOME because I will be mincing around on the day so we can hang out and exchange notes from the trenches.

Finally, I want to apologise for failing to deliver you an experiment update yet. But the guy on Friday... I just couldn't. I couldn't make myself go out with him, even for you. I'm sorry.

Similarly, someone else nice-looking has started emailing me but his profile says "I prefer girls who are confident enough not to need makeup" so I'm afraid that he's been binned too. Not because I cake my face in the stuff - au contraire; I'm rubbish at it. But because men who say they like girls to be ‘fresh faced' completely infuriate me. They make us feel stupid for wearing it and yet they don't take a second look at us if we don't. This morning was a classic example - I walked past the bus stop outside my gym wearing hat, jogging bottoms and no make up: consequently I looked like a rubbish dump with trainers on. There were a lot of men standing at said bus stop and not one of them even looked at me.

Two hours later I emerged with clean hair and make up and walked past the same bus stop which was again populated by lots of men. This time, I was a hit. I know this because four of them looked at me for several seconds, one actually smiled quite openly and one said "sssssssss morning bebe sexy sexy ssssssssssss." Ok ok, the last one was leaning out of a white van. But I think my point is made.  It's not like I'm particularly hot, it's just because I look better with a bit of grooming than I do without. Is that so bloody unusual? Does that make me high-maintenance or unconfident or whatever other undesirable traits men associate with make up? Please grow up about it, guys. You'd be embarrassed if your bird went out with you on a Saturday night without it. You'd joke with your friends about how she looked like she'd been dug up and you'd probably try and get off with the barmaid with big wangers instead.

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