The guy you've started seeing is hot, charming, smart, confident and a highly accomplished love-maker. Sounds great (actually, sounds like me) but you have a nagging doubt that it's all too good to be true. A player (also: playa) is a particular breed of man who prefers not be tied down to just one woman, and every girl with breasts will get played by one at some point. By definition, you're statistically likely to date a player because they date more girls than other men. So you should know the signs to look out for — here are 10 of them...

1) Swagger
You were nervous on your first date whereas he seemed to take it all in his stride, which you found attractive.  But it's probably just because he's been on about a thousand dates and knows how to make them end in sex.

2) Sex pub
Most players will have a 'sex pub'. This is a nice, romantic spot where they will always take girls because it creates an ambience that makes girls amenable to the idea of sex. You can tell he's a regular if the

Does anyone remember my brush with Amazing Adriana? In a nutshell, she was Amazing but our first date took a funny turn when she revealed she could never date an atheist. So I considered pretending that I believed in God. But then she never contacted me again and I wondered if it was because of the atheist thing.

Finished? Well, here's part two, which picks up three months later...

I'm sitting on the tube, minding my own business, when I get a text from — you've guessed it - Amazing Adriana. There was a period after she jilted me when, every time I got a text, I hoped it would be from her. But now I was just baffled. What possible reason could she have for getting in touch this far down the line? Possible options...

• She had been seeing someone else and it had ended
• She had re-evaluated her opinion of me
• She needed money
• God had pissed her off

Anyway I didn't bring up the jilting but I replied. We bantered, and she expressed embarrassment at her "drunken religious tirade" on our first

You're probably wondering what happened with the Slovakian I met on the bus the other week (what do you mean, no?). I did meet her for a coffee, which became a pint, which became dinner, which became some light-hearted snogs in a dimly-lit street. She's a nice, funny girl. And I like the idea that I pulled her on the bus, it seems kind of romantic. But despite our nice drinks and snogs, I have not contacted her since.

I guess you're wondering why (what do you mean, no?). It's because I haven't got time to see her. I don't mean I don't have time to see girls, but rather I don't have time to see the Slovakian girl. That's because for the past few weeks I've been simultaneously seeing four other girls at once.

This might sound like some men's ideal scenario, but I can assure you it's not as fun as it may appear. It also makes me sound like an unsavoury human being, no doubt. You can make your own judgment on that - I'll just try to explain how this happened.

Girl 1 - Michelle
She is