Cheetah or Man?

It comes as no surprise that since leaving the university world some of my beliefs and attitudes have taken a new turn.

One such thing is my attitude to men in relationships.

This may sound callous but if a guy at university had a girlfriend, who wasn't at Chester University, then that meant you had the green light with him so to speak. There was nothing wrong with a few kisses and cuddles, everyone was young and there was no consequences.

However, now if I was approached by a guy and discovered he had a girlfriend he would be politely shown the door. Maybe this is the romantic inside and my determination not to share my non-existent sex god, or maybe I'm just normal after all?

This all sounds lovely, but there is only one flaw to this picturesque happiness: the good looking, smooth talking, instrument playing (9/10 he will play a guitar!) compulsive-cheating male.

They are out there, there's one in every Village and I can guarantee you will know at least one. These animals tend to be found eyeing up girls (and their mothers), wooing left right and centre, and charming the world with only a smile and a wink of the eye.

If you didn't think Prince Charming existed think again. He may not be straddling a six-foot stallion, but one touch of his bulging biceps and he will be straddling something else!

These are without a doubt the WORST type of men and there is absolutely nothing you can do about them.

I think it is men like this that are wiping out romance, they may not realise they are doing it- who are we trying to kid. With a First class degree in female-ology they know exactly what they're doing... but I truly believe romance is dying because of men like this.

What happened to roses, holding hands, love letters, kisses in the moonlight and that beautiful three worded sentence?

If you are after the meal deal instead of the real deal then join the queue and don't look back. But if your philosophy circulates around love being patient then I don't believe you shouldn't have to compromise your own happiness and your heart.

So grab a brown paper bag to catch your love sick: The time of the non-cheating male has begun!