I thought I knew exactly what I was looking for: a man who was a few years older, on the path of a good career, driven, wealthy, intelligent, gorgeous, social, funny, great in bed.  And then I met this guy.  Who didn’t tick all the boxes.  I’ve been with my boyfriend for over three months now….

‘Oh fuck this is exciting. I mean. Cool, whatever.’

He was so nice; a far cry from the usual arseholes I seem to attract. And the problem with having a deep-rooted belief that all men are bellends is that when Mr Good Guy comes along, somewhere in my amygdala amongst the serotonin and dopamine, Mr Good Guy gets confused with Mr Perfect; aka Prince…