Bill smiled and looked absolutely fine. No hint of what he’d said to me in the taxi on the way home. Amazing really. I don’t know how he manages it.
Jen just asked me what floats my boat. Well I’m bloody well going to find out, and then I’m going to piss off in the damn thing.
Judith swims regularly, but I only swim on holiday to cool off, and I jump out of the pool like a penguin as soon as someone shouts, ‘Do you fancy a nice cold glass of white wine?’
So I swallowed my pride (when I could finally keep things down) and told him it was OK. You’ve got to go with your gut. And besides, I was probably better off with someone who had a body mass index close to my own.
‘What? Sex? At the Forth’s? Drugs and sex?’ Sophie laughed in astonishment, and had to steady herself against the gate post. ‘Drugs and sex? Mr and Mrs Forth?’ She wiped a tear from her eye. ‘Mr and Mrs Forth don’t have sex.’
The Georgians were head over heels for Lonely Hearts adverts, while the first ’90s speed-daters were actually the congregation of a Beverly Hills rabbi who had been implored to help them find spouses. What do they have in common? Both sets of love-hunters were clear about how serious they were from the start and thought the 'let's see where this goes' line was a complete waste of their time. We've come to believe that being upfront about wanting marriage and kids comes across desperate, especially if you’re female. But following the historical example, I started to sound people out very casually but quite rapidly as to what they were looking for long-term. It worked. The people who eventually wanted marriage and kids didn’t have a problem sharing that. And the way they said it – with embarrassment, hesitation, or even too much eagerness – gave me even more information about the gap between their idealised intentions and their readiness to make them happen.
‘She’s really letting rip out there,’ he said, watching her as he leant against the bench top with his arms folded, smiling fondly, full of admiration. ‘She’s giving it both barrels. Not mincing her words, I reckon. What a girl. She’s a corker.'
Lee looked at me with cheerful concern. ‘You’re not very good at maths, are you Miss? You’re good on the telly though. My dad says you’re the funniest thing since Morecombe and Wise.’
I blew out my cheeks to indicate the depths of my medical knowledge. ‘Measles,’ I said, ‘scabies, meal worms, and more exotic things like, antipasta.’