Alexis Thompson digs deep to explore the real reasons why she's still single.

I have very bad taste in men. That much I know. I seem to be attracted to the guys who a) aren't that interested in me and b) I have nothing in common with.

I know you're probably wondering why. I wonder the same thing every time I find myself walking away in despair from another disastrous date. I've tried doing something about it, but old habits die hard and the men who I should be chasing after, I'm running away from instead.

Take Hill Walking Guy for example. I've known Hill Walking Guy for years and years, and funnily enough he likes to walk up hills, something which I enjoy too. But there is so much more to Hill Walking Guy then our shared love for the great outdoors- he is also kind, considerate and smart. Plus he is good looking in a dashing, Hugh Grant back in the days of Sense and Sensibility, kind of way.

I'm useless at reading the signs but I've heard on the grapevine that Hill Walking Guy wishes we were more than just friends. So from a single girl who is looking for love point of view, instead of using this as an opportunity to grow closer to him, I've distanced myself from him instead.

I'm scared about what could happen if I did grow closer to Hill Walking Guy- yes it could well be the start of a wonderful relationship, but it could also well end in tears.

Tears and misery, why would I want to burden my single, carefree life with such negativity?

Are you seeing some kind of deeper issue emerge here? Yes I've noticed it too. I don't know who or what is to blame for these 'relationship boundaries'. I was raised in a loving family, dad never left mum, or vice versa. Not that this should hinder my chances of finding love in a happy ever after relationship. Perhaps this 'moral collapse' of society, which David Cameron has been harping on about recently has infiltrated into every aspect of society. I'm seeing more and more people in their late twenties being driven by a desire to make heaps of money fast, rather then seeking to find happiness in a long-term commitment to somebody else. Could we blame this type of selfish greed on some sort of 'moral collapse'? Whatever the case, I'm definitely not one of those people. Perhaps my first long-term relationship with Mr H ended in such a way that I'm scared to love again, in case I'm subjected to the same sort of pain I felt when we split? It wasn't very nice. I remember crying lots and looking at life as though it was an empty canvas with not an awful lot to look forward to.

On a positive note, I'm in a much better place now and I've decided to adopt a new approach to dating. It involves forgetting about my relationship hang-ups and embracing single life, while getting out there and meeting interesting single men. Until last Saturday I hadn't met any. It was during an unusual evening of fine dining at a pop-up restaurant where all this changed and I was introduced to several men.

The Southwest Supper Club is frequented by cool London hipsters, wisely jumping on board the pop-up restaurant trend, where you can enjoy superb top-notch food for a fraction of the price. This time it was being held in a quirky little cafe/ bar called Secondo in Clapham. The men I met there were culturally inquisitive, with an appreciation for good food and good conversation. I was invited back to a party afterwards, which would have given me the perfect opportunity to mingle some more. However, I declined the invitation and instead ended my night in a dingy night club in Stockwell with a group of my closest friends, downing shots and dancing to Queen. The only person I gave my number out to that night was an Irish man, who I had absolutely nothing in common with and hoped wouldn't contact me again but it was the only way to get rid of him.

To be honest I wouldn't have wanted to end my night any other way. And sat in a taxi home with my head hung out the window, I realised the real reason why I'm still single is because I'm yet to meet a man who's worth giving up my single life for.

When I do, I'll let you know.