Don't judge a book by its title...

Just as back in the day we were warned never to judge a book by its cover, I will start off by saying I think the same can be applied to the digital age - dont judge a blog by its title...

The beauty of writing this is the relative anonymity of it all. The slight downside of course is that the majority of the people who read this (optimistic as always) wont know me, and therefore will not know that I am not in fact, a "puta"...well, not in the well known sense. For those of you who avoided languages like the plague, allow me to enlighten you: "Puta", in Spanish or Portuguese, means whore. This, my friends, I am not. Now, in Roman Mythology, according to Arnobius (know who he is?! good good, me neither. An early Christian Apologist apparently) Puta presided over the pruning of trees. 

No, this is not some kind of pervy reference to the trimming of bushes etc etc. Merely a parallel to the fact that I have been known to be somewhat picky...enough of all that, just go with it...

On to the juicy stuff...2010, much like all the other "noughties" before, has been somewhat of a rollercoaster...the men i have come across this year, other than a rather lovely garcon i unfortunately parted ways with earlier in the year, have been distinct fuckwits, quite frankly. Rather distressingly there is an increasingly high proportion of idiot men who see it as acceptable to cheat, play away from home, or generally misbehave...

Dont get me wrong, there has been some joyous frolicking this summer...some brilliant jilly cooper-esque activities, a cracking night of old-school teenage snogging and mild hanky panky, a couple of athletes (hello guns of heaven) and even a token tall dark (married - bah) stranger...

The majority of the men I have come across (no, not in the biblical sense) this summer have been distinct cul-de-sacs...dead ends for those of you who dont have two brain cells to rub together...one or two potentials remain however...

As Shakespeare once said: Life is a stage, and we are all actors. Let me therefore introduce my cast, who shall appear in no particular order:

• Protagonista : That would be me. Keep up
• Lex: Le ex, durrr. A lovely lovely boy i dated earlier in the year...we are just friends...he finds this hard sometimes. which is sweet, yet mildly irritating at times.
• Von Dutch: A rather dashing dutch man i dated...i dont think we are 100% finished yet however this is somewhat logistically challenged due to him living in the Middle East...watch this space...
• Mr Big: Everyone has one. Mine is a lot older, easily the most charming, fun man i have ever known. We dated years ago and have been on and off ever since...currently more off than on. 
• The Hawk: Mr Big's bezza. Hawky features (go with it) Long history of flirtation. I never converted as he is married and is Mr Big's bezza...nearly changed last year when he was on a break (yes actually!)...we still flirt (email) occassionally..
• Oz: Tall dark handsome. Married. Argh...most definitely off the scene but it is a small world and I will run into him again at some point. Fingers crossed the morals remain in tact
• EU: Emotionally unstable. Unfortunately the one person i am really interested in...appears to be a bit flakey...we had a date last night which got postponed...definitely one to watch...
• The Child: well obviously not really...a younger man i pulled...20st of pure muscle...too much of a good thing?! Not convinced the spark is there...
• The Ginga Ninja: A rather fun and charming man i recently met at a party...the banter was there and a cheeky kiss was had at the end of the night...alas he is currently seeing someone...or not, at present as they are "in negotiations"...not sure of my interest levels, we will see...
• AAA: An absolute arsehole (sponsorship op?!) of a man i met through personal friends...his story will follow at some point...he is most definitely OFF the cards, however reference must be made as he will reappear at some point. Every story has a villain. 
• Gymboy: A man i see in the gym...The bit of rough you would never go for but enjoy the fact that you know he would...married...avoid...

And so, let the games commence!

I live in,

Hope.