Exercise natch Blade! :w00t: 
Regular physical exercise is a proven mood enhancer! 
HA HA, so’s the partaking of E’s …so im told :hehe:
Yeah - that’s wot I’ve heard too! ;):P:D
Lol Blade, you are mad 
I’ve tried a couple and it seems as hit and miss as any other method of meeting people! At first I was very doubtful about the whole online thing but I’ve met all of you lot online and there are some diamonds amongst you.
It does get tiresome though :rolleyes:
E for endorphins then yes I do.
The LB forum is the ‘diamond’ in the rough.
+1 Although some of us are just rough! ;)
Sid, who are you referring to as rough? So far every LBer I have met was a “diamond”…:w00t:
Heh thanks for the replies. Just to be clear, it’s not my only source of girly action 
- rather there’s no return on the money this avenue costs.
I am glad it has worked out for people though 
Did you save the original messages / profiles from before you were an item? Wouldn’t it be very interesting to look back at them now you’re together.
Your right - they’re a luvly bunch.
p.s. I’m sure you will meet Mrs KTMmartin very soon KTMmartin! ;)
I met a girlfriend through the small ads in the back of a BIKE magazine, we went out for 3 years. I also met another 2 real weirdos…
I found these you might want to use, good luck:
‘I like my women the way I like my kebab. Found by surprise after a drunken night out and covered in too much hot chilli sauce. Before long I’ll have discarded you on the pavement of life, but until then you’re the perfect complement to a perfect evening. Man, 32, rarely produces winning metaphors.’
‘My ideal woman is a man. Sorry, mother.’
‘Your buying me dinner doesn’t mean I’ll have sex with you. I probably will have sex with you, though. Honesty not an issue with opportunistic male, 38.’
‘Are you Kate Bush? Write to obsessive man (36). Note, people who aren’t Kate Bush need not respond.’
‘Ploughing the loneliest furrow. Nineteen personal ads and counting. Only one reply. It was my mother telling me not to forget the bread on my way home from B&Q.’
‘Bald, short, fat and ugly male, 53, seeks short-sighted woman with tremendous sexual appetite.’
‘Romance is dead. So is my mother. Man, 42, inherited wealth.’
God appeared to me in a dream last night and spoke your name in my ear. He gave me the winning lottery numbers, too, though, so you can understand where my priorities lay when I raced to grab a notebook and pen. Man, 37, living on hope and the next seven weeks’ bonus balls seeks woman whose first name begins with S, or maybe F, and rhymes with chicken, and has a surname that’s either a place in Shropshire or the title of a 1979 Earth, Wind and Fire track. Shicken Boogiewonderland, I know you’re reading this. Write now
I celebrated my fortieth birthday last week by cataloguing my collection of bird feeders. Next year I’m hoping for sexual intercourse. And a cake. Join my invite mailing list at box no. 6831. Man
Philanthropy is my middle name. It’s just a name though so don’t be expecting any free rides. You can call me Mr Wallace. My first name is none of your business. Applications to box no. 9741.
I have a mug that says ‘World’s Greatest Lover’. I think that’s my references covered. How about you? Man. 37. Bishopsgate. Box no. 8763
If clumsy, unfeeling lust is your bag, write to the ad above. Otherwise write to me, mid-forties M with boy next door looks, man from U.N.C.L.E. charm, and Fresh Prince of Bel Air casual insouciance. Wikky wikky wick yo. Box no. 2851.
All humans are 99.9% genetically identical, so don’t even think of ending any potential relationship begun here with ‘I just don’t think we have enough in common’. Science has long since proven that I am the man for you (41, likes to be referred to as ‘Wing Commander’ in the bedroom). Box no. 3501.
Normally on the first few dates I borrow mannerisms from the more interesting people I know and very often steal phrases and anecdotes from them along with concepts and ideas from obscure yet wittily-written books. It makes me appear more attractive and personable than I actually am. With you, however, I’m going to be a belligerent old **** from the very beginning. That’s because I like you and feel ready to give you honesty. Belligerent old **** (M, 53). Box no. 6378.
They call me Mr Boombastic. You can call me Monty. My real name, however, is Quentin. But only Mother uses that. And Nanny. Monty is fine, though. Anything but Peg Leg (Shrewsbury Prep, 1964, ‘Please don’t make me do cross-country, sir’). Box no. 0473.
All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you. And a five-door saloon (fully air-con). And minimum income of £55K per annum. And two holidays a year (Latin America plus one other of my choosing). If you can meet these requirements, apply to ‘toyboy’ Box 345
You’re a brunette, 6’, long legs, 25-30, intelligent, articulate and drop dead gorgeous. I, on the other hand, have the looks of Jeffery Archer and an odour of drains. No returns and no refunds at box no. 3321.
If I could be anywhere in time right now it would be 17 December 1972. I have my reasons. Man, 57. Box no. 1553.
Scratch below the surface and you’ll soon find that I really am the greatest man ever to have lived. Truly a great man, 37. Better than Elvis and Gandhi. You’ll never be a genuinely worthy partner, but try anyway by first replying to box no. 7637. Include a full list of qualifications, your aspirations, and a full frontal nude body shot.
When not in my London city office overseeing the day-to-day business of my successful accountancy firm, I can be found leaning inside taxi cabs, spitting wild obscenities and challenging the drivers to fisticuffs. M, 47. We take the direct route home, we don’t stop at Belisha beacons and we never - and I mean never - leave the impudence of a box junction unquestioned. Don’t expect a tip from box no. 9091.
OMG! This magazine is the shizz. Seriously, dudes. Awesome! LOL! Classics lecturer (M, 48). Possibly out of his depth with today’s youth. KTHX! Box no. 2680.
Google-search this: ‘Inherited wealth real estate Bentley’ - that’s me, result 63 of 275. It’ll take 0.21 seconds to find me online, but an eternity of heartache in real life. Save time now by writing to box no. 4511, or by just giving up. Mother says you’ll never be good enough for me anyway. And you carry the odour of your class.
The toughest decision I ever had to make was choosing between soup and fish in a Brighton café in 1987 (I went for the fish, though later regretted my decision when I discovered the cod had been over-seasoned). Now, however, I’ll have to pick one of you delicious women. The selection procedure will involve a four-part interview, along with an aptitude test and multiple-choice questionnaire. Apply now for full details to stupid man, 45. Box no. 6821.
So you’ve been to Amsterdam then?
Isnt that where they invented dykes
I was on Match.com for a while (think I still am) and it gave me what I wanted at the time - I was getting near 50, was just divorced and meeting people outside of work wasn’t easy.
You need to know your way around - I reckon 75% of the women are completely unrealistic (eg 45-yr-old fat woman looking for rich, tall, toned, handsome man under 45 or seeking a combination of their best female friend and Claude Van Damme), 10% are bunny-boilers, 5% are weird (one wouldn’t let me meet her again yet rang up so she could masturbate whilst I talked dirty to her) and 10% are genuine people.
Once you know how the game is played, finding the 10% is quite easy.
I went out with one woman for 3 months but didn’t want to cancel my Match membership, so I toned it down a little. Then I made one change that reduced my views from an average of 7-8 a day to less than one a day; what do you think that was?..
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All in all, they can work, but you need to present yourself the right way.
Ian
Yup, nothing wrong with the LB match making system 
Martin has nobody told you that you are on a dating site, the name lb is just a cover up. if you dont believe me take a look around and see for yourself.
I met my ex through match.com - we were together three years and then he moved to the states with work. Still in touch 
I think its about what you make of it. 
I was on match for about a month but cancelled it when I started going out with a dude who lived in the flats opposite me. Would you believe, we’re getting hitched this summer :w00t:
that’s gr8 Justine:D