A REALLY good girlfriend of mine left for London to be with the man of her dreams and lucky for her, she also managed to find a job there that she adores.

A week before meeting her MrPerfect in October 2007, she spoke to me on the phone about a French guy she had started dating.

He had just moved to Singapore and they had become involved quickly.

A week later, he told her that he was interested in another girl in the office. They began dating promptly after my friend was 'dumped'.

That night, she called me. I had just finished a shoot and was standing at Newton Circus ordering an ice kachang when I got her call.

'I can't take it any more,' she wailed.

'I am just so over this, one guy after another and I keep wondering when will he come along! Where is he? Do I not deserve to be happy? What did I ever do to deserve this?'

My heart bled for her and I will never forget that phone call.

I know this may seem melodramatic to read but her sincerity and sense of hopelessness really moved me.

One week later, she met her man. I thought to myself, if I ever got that sad and that fed up, it'd be time to leave Singapore and enter new dating territory.

Unfortunately, things are too good at work at the moment to jump overboard for love!

MR RIGHT NOW

I'm not saying I am looking for my future husband. I am just 24, so that's certainly not what I am looking for, but Mr Right Now would be nice. Better than one bad date after another.

On Saturday night, I found myself in my friend's shoes.

I am not ashamed to put this out there because I'm very honest and I've shared this on my radio show too.

I was cancelled on at the 11th hour! I was all ready to go and the guy had so little respect for me that he felt it was fine to simply ditch me at the last minute for the most pathetic excuse.

I was already on my way to an event (after which we were supposed to meet).

I got a text message, not even a phone call, in the cab and found myself calling a friend of mine crying with mascara and fake eyelashes running down my cheek.

It wasn't that I really liked him, we had just started going on a few dates but it was a feeling of exhaustion, an accumulated grief of all the bad dates and all the bad guys.

He tried to call me later but I cancelled the call and I haven't heard from him since.

There are good men out there, I'm sure, but knowing that I've reached my limit isn't great.

I've taken my heart off my sleeve and replaced it with a 'keep out' sign.

I would be lying if I said I didn't wish that my little outburst was an omen and Mr Perfect will appear in a week, just the same way it happened for my friend.