The Ex-Boyfriend's Handbook Part 17

'How so?'

'Well, to marry them, I'd probably have to have gone out with them beforehand, and if I didn't fancy them, I wouldn't go out with them. Whereas...'

'Whereas what?'

'Well, someone like you, you're more likely to go out with someone for, shall we say, less than aesthetic reasons.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'Well, you know. Got to play in your division and all that.'

'What are you going on about?'

'Well, I'm Champions League material. Manchester United, if you like, so I'm looking to meet Real Madrid, or similar. You, on the other hand, well, you're currently Vauxhall Conference division two, or whatever it's called. Down in the lower leagues, anyway. But challenging for promotion, of course.'

I ignore Dan's insult, aware that he doesn't see it as one. 'So what you're saying is that like can only be interested in like?'

Dan nods. 'Yup. No point otherwise.'

'But that infers that if you're, shall we say, a less than good-looking guy, then you can only realistically set your sights on a girl of the same "ilk", even though you might fancy the Claudia Schiffers of this world, because that's just being realistic.'

'Pretty much sums it up.'

'And the only reason that those people can be happy with their less-than-perfect-looking partners is because they've had to bite the bullet and learn to focus on other stuff apart from the aesthetic?'

'Now you're getting it.'

I look at him in disbelief. 'Well here's a theory for you. Your approach is so shallow, that eventually, after the looks fade, you might just find yourself on the sc.r.a.pheap because you've left it too late to meet a woman with substance.'

Dan looks confused. 'A woman with "substance"?'

'Yes. Other than silicone. Someone you can talk to long after the fires of pa.s.sion have burned out. Someone with whom you have more in common than just what brand of moisturizer you prefer.'

Dan holds his hands up. 'Don't shoot the messenger. It's just basic Darwinism, isn't it? Survival of the fittest.'

'Dan, Darwin didn't mean "fit" in the "cor, she's fit" sense. And anyway, women in general aren't as fickle as you, thank goodness. They want to see good providers. Home makers. Guys who are good with their hands...'

'Hur hur.'

'Not in that sense.'

Dan shakes his head. 'Who told you that b.o.l.l.o.c.ks? Women may admire someone who's handy around the house, but they'll drop him like a shot if someone better-looking comes along.'

'Dan, you're talking about yourself again. Fortunately, not all women share your views.'

'Mores the pity. And anyway, it's more of a philosophy.'

'Well, it's a rubbish philosophy.'

Dan examines a pecan before popping it into his mouth and chewing it thoughtfully. 'Okay. Think how the process works. Boy meets girl, there's an attraction, they get chatting, start dating, move in together, and if they don't completely p.i.s.s each other off, they stay together and have kids. Blah blah blah.'

'Except in your case. Dan meets girl, they sleep together, Dan never calls girl again,' chimes in Wendy.

'We're not talking about me here. We're talking about how things generally happen.'

'But what about the other way?'

Dan looks confused. 'There's another way?'

'Yeah, you know. Perhaps two people meet, maybe they work together, or live nearby, and they get to know each other over the years, and then one day something happens, or one of them asks the other one out. It's not all about instant attraction. You can grow to love someone.'

'I'm sorry, Edward. You've just described dating for ugly people. People who manage to convince themselves that looks aren't important, because they've realized that they're not good-looking themselves. In my world, it's always down to attraction.'

'Isn't that rather fickle?'

Dan shrugs. 'I don't make the rules up,' he says, repeating his favourite phrase.

'So you're saying that if you were talking to a less-than-model-looks girl, you'd never find her the slightest bit attractive, even if she was witty, intelligent, made you laugh...'

'Let me just stop you there. Why would I be talking to an ugly girl in the first place?'

'Dan, that's an awful thing to say.'

'I'm just being honest. You and I have different needs. At the moment, my life revolves around two things: my TV career and my s.e.x life, and not necessarily in that order. I'm not interested in great conversation-I can get that from you. If I want good cooking, I'll go to a restaurant. If I want my flat cleaned, I'll pay a cleaner. You? You're looking for someone to make a life with. Me? I just want someone to make out with. End of story.'

We stand there in silence for a while, as Dan finishes off his nuts.

'But anyway,' I say, watching him hold the packet up to his mouth and shake out the last few remaining bits, 'accepting that your idea of meeting other women does have some merit.'

'Ye-es?'

'Purely for research purposes, of course.'

'Of course.'

'What's next? I mean, where else can I find a group of women who'll talk to me?'

'No joy with the work angle?'

'Nope. Natasha's told me I can't hara.s.s any more of the female candidates.'

'What about the Lonely Hearts ads?' chimes in Wendy.

'No way,' says Dan. 'Listing of cat-owning spinsters, if you ask me.'

'What are you talking about?'

'Lonely Hearts? They're lonely for a reason, I tell you.'

'I'm sorry-what have cats got to do with it?'

'Everything,' says Dan, picking up a copy of the Argus from the bar and turning to the 'Personal' section. 'Look at most of the ads: "Must have GSOH and like cats." "Animal lover preferred." "Likes sunsets, fine dining, and cats." Show me a woman who owns a cat and I'll show you a woman with issues.'

Not for the first time, Dan isn't making any sense. 'What kind of issues?'

Dan pulls up a stool. 'Women have cats not because they're alone, but because they're lonely. Lonely is different from being alone. Alone suggests more of a temporary situation-"my boyfriend's just left me, and I'm currently alone", whereas "lonely"? That's a long-term state.'

'I still don't understand. Why should owning a cat be an indication of social leprosy?'

Dan sighs. 'Okay. At the moment, Jane's been gone what. A fortnight?'

I fight the urge to look at my watch, and lose. 'One week, six days, and twenty-three hours,' I say. 'Approximately.'

He looks at me pityingly. 'And have you felt the need to rush out and buy a pet to replace her?'

'Of course not.'

'So, at what point do you think you'd need to go out and get one?'

'I don't understand.'

'How long do you think you'd have to be without someone in order to feel so lonely and desperate that you decide to go out and get yourself a subst.i.tute in the shape of some four-legged flea-ridden feline?'

'I don't know.'

'Nor do I, but it would have to be a long time, right? And if a girl's been lonely for a long time, long enough to want to get a cat, then you can guarantee it's not through choice.'

'Maybe...maybe she got the cat with her boyfriend, who then left her, and she got custody of it?'

'Mate, how many men do you know who, when asked by their other halves whether they'd like to go out and get a cat, agree?'

'Good point.'

'So, if she's got a cat, steer clear. If she's got a child...Whoa!'

'Dan!'

Dan seems lost in thought. 'If she's got a hot-tub, however...'

I pick up the paper and scan down the page. 'Well, what if I just read through some of the ads then? I might learn something there.'

Dan shakes his head. 'No chance. They'll all say stuff like "must enjoy romantic walks on the beach" when in reality what they really want is something completely different.'

'Such as?'

'd.a.m.ned if I know. But I'll tell you this-next time a woman asks you to put up a shelf or repaint the spare room, you try suggesting a romantic walk on the beach instead and see how far you get.'

I throw the paper back down exasperatedly. 'So, we've established no Lonely Hearts ads then. Well...what about this internet-dating lark? Maybe log on, have a chat, do it that way?'

At the mention of the phrase 'internet dating', Wendy heads back over from the other side of the bar.

'Steer clear,' she warns. 'Definitely not something you want to get involved in.'

'Why on earth not?'

'Well, why do you think most people sign up for internet dating?' she says, before answering her own question. 'It's for one of two reasons. Well, three reasons, if you include the fact that a lot of them are looking for an affair. But the main two are either that they're too unattractive or socially inept to find a partner in everyday life, so their only chance is to go online and hope that they can build up a relations.h.i.+p with someone who will fall so head over heels with them without actually seeing their picture that they won't be put off by the actual physical revulsion they'll feel when they actually meet up with them face to face. Or, they're using internet dating because during the natural course of their lives they don't have the time, or the inclination to make the time, to go out and find a girlfriend or a boyfriend through the usual channels. The downside of this approach is, of course, that once they meet someone, unless they make a fundamental effort to rejig their priorities then they won't actually have the time to have a proper relations.h.i.+p, and it'll fizzle out because of perceived lack of interest, when in reality, they never had the time to put in the effort required to develop that interest in the first place. In fact, that's the main reason why internet dating doesn't work; people are too busy working to meet other people, so when they do, unless they give up their jobs, they're too busy to do anything about it.'

I think Wendy's stopped, and I'm about to ask her something, but she's actually just paused for breath.

'Plus, the women you usually find on these sites are tired of going out to the usual pubs and clubs and being leered at by all sorts of men who think that the combination of five pints of lager and a similar amount of Old Spice suddenly makes them irresistible to the opposite s.e.x. They hold out the hope that by some miracle Brad Pitt's younger, better-looking cousin is going to say "To h.e.l.l with all these people I meet through the course of my normal life, I'm going to sign up to one of these internet sites where I might just meet the girl of my dreams." Trust me, Edward, you don't want to even go down that line. You might meet someone, exchange a few emails, and before you know it they're swearing their undying love for you while saying corny things like "Am I allowed to say how much I want you?". Unfortunately, what they really mean is "my wife doesn't understand me", and you realize they've just been stringing you along the whole time. When you tell them that you're not interested in having an affair, all of a sudden there are no more mails in your inbox.'

'But...'

'Besides, you're trying to duck out of the real issue here. You've got to meet them face to face. Otherwise they're not going to give you the truth.'

'Much as I hate to agree with anything Wendy says,' says Dan, 'she's right. You've got to meet them the normal way.'

'Ah,' says Wendy. 'But therein lies Edward's dilemma. What is the normal way? Go out to a pub or a bar, get drunk, then lurch up to someone equally drunk who you wouldn't dare talk to sober and end up snogging them? Surely it's much better to meet someone in a safe environment, where you can take time to get to know each other and then decide whether you want to meet up or not?'

'So it's only drunk guys who approach you, is it?' says Dan. 'I wonder why that is?'

'I'd need to be drunk to go out with you,' replies Wendy. 'Or drugged.'

'And you wonder why you haven't had a male in your inbox for a while,' says Dan.

'Yes, well, that's because I want to meet someone who makes my stomach flip when I see them,' she replies, staring menacingly back at him. 'Not turn.'

I step in between the two of them. 'Children, please. Wendy, you were saying?'

'Yes,' she says. 'Your problem is that you need to meet them face to face. In person. And as many as possible. Which is why you're going speed dating.'

Sat.u.r.day 5th February.

6.44 p.m.

I'm ringing Dan's doorbell, on the way to tonight's speed-dating event. I'm a little late, as I've been wondering what, from my limited wardrobe, to wear this evening, and in the end, I've gone for what I believe is known as the 'smart casual' look: my best pair of jeans, although I've struggled a little to do the top b.u.t.ton up, and a fairly new baggy jumper, on the basis that it should both conceal and flatter.

When Dan opens his door dressed like he's off to a movie premiere, I begin to doubt the wisdom of asking him along to hold my hand this evening, but I can't bottle out now. And besides, it'll be good to have a second opinion. Even from him.

He stares at me for a moment before showing me inside.

'Aren't you getting changed first?'

'I am changed.'