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And if the outcome of a rugby game deeply affected his mood, he definitely wasn’t for me.She laughed nervously and said she’d never heard that before.What’s more, the woman who does the matching isn’t even the woman I met with – so based on the bare bones of my answers to those superficial questions, someone else was going to do the pairing up.

Driving home, I began to feel less confident about the matchmaking endeavour.

Moderately well-oiled following a Christmas party, she went home and emailed us both, no frills. His messages were initially a trifle effusive, nervous perhaps. We migrated to text messages, he started writing novellas. I was already finding it all a bit heavy-handed when his idea of a first intersection was taking one of his four (FOUR! ) drive to deliver one of his brood to his sister’s for the holidays, then return to Auckland sans child. Even someone as inexperienced at dating as me knows the first face-to-face is held somewhere casual and close to home where both parties have a clear exit.

The message said: “Mark meet Nancy, Nancy meet Mark” (not our real names), and that was all. This fellow also made it clear he’d had a good Google of me, which is kind of creepy. Another man was almost my kind of guy, aside from having lopped the better part of a decade off his age.

At our meeting in a cafe, the young woman inquired about my height, date of birth, religion, hobbies. When I told her I’d lived in New York, London and Turkey, she asked, had I ever been to Straya? How about asking what radio stations a person listens to? ” Instead, she asked, “What would you like in a man? I’m all for playing sport, but sitting around watching it, screaming at the TV, that’s just not my cup of tea.

Aside perhaps from tennis and bits of the Olympics, wouldn’t people rather be doing something?

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