Men. Is it just me or are they getting worse?

I especially like that warm fuzzy feeling when a gentleman caller admits he fancies your best friend. Or says: "Shall we split the bill?" Or, waking up next to you for the first time, turns over in a panic and says "You do know I'm seeing other people".

Wicked.

At times like these, don't you wish there was some sort of centralised system where we could all weed out the nutters, cheaters and tightwads? (You know who you are, NG, IH, etc.)

Great minds must think alike. Just as I'm setting up a business plan for the Women's Intelligence Network™, I stumble across dontdatehimgirl.com, the US-based site determined to give ladies the information advantage.

Here, in the comfort of your own home or office, you can properly research that potential paramour in a way that Google just can't. Simply type his name into the search engine and, presto, every bad thing you ever needed to know, posted by women who have been there first.

Only problem? The site is still very young and therefore doesn't have enough postings to make it truly research worthy. There's only one listing for London - a Harry Donald Selby - who, surprisingly, I haven't dated.

I propose we all spend the rest of the morning delving deep into the recesses of our mind and expose all our former lovers as the cads and tossers they really were.

You go, girl!