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there was a very cute guy next to her at the bar, wearing a T-shirt that showed off his nice arms. Rather encouragingly, he was actually smiling at her.
‘Hello,’ he said. ‘Having a good night?’
‘Yes thanks,’ she smiled back. ‘How about you?’
‘Pretty good. Who are you here with?’
Lizzy waved vaguely. ‘Just some mates.’
They continued to make a bit of small talk.
This is what flirting feels like
, Lizzy thought joyously. Nice Arms picked up his drinks and gave her a wink. ‘I’d love to stand here chatting but I’d better get back to my girlfriend. Have a good night with your friends.’
It might have been a non-starter but Lizzy returned to the table feeling considerably brighter. Maybe she wasn’t a complete write-off after all.
Nic had her iPad out on the table. ‘Let’s get you signed up for some Internet dating. If
that
doesn’t work then we’ll just put you on a swingers’ site.’
They started running through the options.
‘
Guardian
Soulmates?’ Poppet suggested.
‘A bit pretentious,’ Lizzy said. ‘They always ride fixed-gear bikes and read books by people I’ve never heard of.’
‘My Single Friend?’
‘What century are you in, Pops?’ Nic said incredulously. ‘No one uses that any more.’
‘OK then, Plenty of Fish?’
‘Married men and perverts.’ Nic didn’t elaborate on how she’d arrived at this theory. ‘Tinder’s good if you want fast, meaningless sex.’
‘Tinder is just one massive selfie-off,’ Lizzy said. ‘Everyone’s showing off their six-packs and that’s just the girls.’
Nic picked up her phone. ‘Oh God, what does Simon want
now
?’
Simon Hargreaves was Nic’s demanding boss, who she spent half her life on the phone to. ‘I’ll have to take this. Carry on without me.’
‘How about Muddy Matches?’ Poppet suggested after Nic had gone outside. ‘You might meet a lonely earl and go and live in his castle!’
She broke off. A dreamy look had come over her face. Lizzy turned round to see a couple at the next table kissing, locked away in their own private world. The man was cradling the woman’s face in his hands.
‘That is so hot,’ Poppet sighed. She was obsessed with men holding women’s faces in their hands when they kissed them after Matt Damon had done it with his love interest in
The Bourne Identity
.
Lizzy gave her a nudge. ‘We can’t sit round watching people kissing! We look like a pair of freaks!’
‘Why do you have to turn a beautiful thing into something sordid? We watch people kiss in films and perfume adverts, don’t we?’
Nic returned five minutes later in an ebullient mood. ‘How are we doing?’
‘We’ve got it down to two sites.’
‘Great! Now all you have to do is write your profile.’ She handed Lizzy the iPad.
‘I have no idea what to put.’
‘Big yourself up, baby!’
‘I can’t, I’m English.’
Poppet had a suggestion. ‘Why don’t you pretend you’re writing a press release? Think of yourself as this amazing product that has just come on to the market and you have to convince
everyone
to try you out.’
Lizzy stared at the screen. ‘Everything I think of makes me sound like a twat.’
‘How about fun-loving and bubbly?’
Nic shook her head. ‘Blokes read that as “fucking annoying and needy”.’
‘How about sociable?’ Lizzy said. ‘You can’t go wrong with that.’
‘You may as well write: “Thinks vodka for breakfast is taking it easy.”’
‘You write it then, Nicola! Actually, scrap that, you’ll probably end up attracting me the next Josef Fritzl.’
Poppet went and bought another round of drinks to try and release Lizzy’s writer’s block. After fifteen minutes of writing and deleting, she decided to go for a list approach and keep it short and sweet.
Blonde hair, green eyes, penchant for the absurd. I like dark rum, Italian food, crime fiction, London, boisterous dogs that charge through people’s picnics and good conversation.
‘Hello,’ he said. ‘Having a good night?’
‘Yes thanks,’ she smiled back. ‘How about you?’
‘Pretty good. Who are you here with?’
Lizzy waved vaguely. ‘Just some mates.’
They continued to make a bit of small talk.
This is what flirting feels like
, Lizzy thought joyously. Nice Arms picked up his drinks and gave her a wink. ‘I’d love to stand here chatting but I’d better get back to my girlfriend. Have a good night with your friends.’
It might have been a non-starter but Lizzy returned to the table feeling considerably brighter. Maybe she wasn’t a complete write-off after all.
Nic had her iPad out on the table. ‘Let’s get you signed up for some Internet dating. If
that
doesn’t work then we’ll just put you on a swingers’ site.’
They started running through the options.
‘
Guardian
Soulmates?’ Poppet suggested.
‘A bit pretentious,’ Lizzy said. ‘They always ride fixed-gear bikes and read books by people I’ve never heard of.’
‘My Single Friend?’
‘What century are you in, Pops?’ Nic said incredulously. ‘No one uses that any more.’
‘OK then, Plenty of Fish?’
‘Married men and perverts.’ Nic didn’t elaborate on how she’d arrived at this theory. ‘Tinder’s good if you want fast, meaningless sex.’
‘Tinder is just one massive selfie-off,’ Lizzy said. ‘Everyone’s showing off their six-packs and that’s just the girls.’
Nic picked up her phone. ‘Oh God, what does Simon want
now
?’
Simon Hargreaves was Nic’s demanding boss, who she spent half her life on the phone to. ‘I’ll have to take this. Carry on without me.’
‘How about Muddy Matches?’ Poppet suggested after Nic had gone outside. ‘You might meet a lonely earl and go and live in his castle!’
She broke off. A dreamy look had come over her face. Lizzy turned round to see a couple at the next table kissing, locked away in their own private world. The man was cradling the woman’s face in his hands.
‘That is so hot,’ Poppet sighed. She was obsessed with men holding women’s faces in their hands when they kissed them after Matt Damon had done it with his love interest in
The Bourne Identity
.
Lizzy gave her a nudge. ‘We can’t sit round watching people kissing! We look like a pair of freaks!’
‘Why do you have to turn a beautiful thing into something sordid? We watch people kiss in films and perfume adverts, don’t we?’
Nic returned five minutes later in an ebullient mood. ‘How are we doing?’
‘We’ve got it down to two sites.’
‘Great! Now all you have to do is write your profile.’ She handed Lizzy the iPad.
‘I have no idea what to put.’
‘Big yourself up, baby!’
‘I can’t, I’m English.’
Poppet had a suggestion. ‘Why don’t you pretend you’re writing a press release? Think of yourself as this amazing product that has just come on to the market and you have to convince
everyone
to try you out.’
Lizzy stared at the screen. ‘Everything I think of makes me sound like a twat.’
‘How about fun-loving and bubbly?’
Nic shook her head. ‘Blokes read that as “fucking annoying and needy”.’
‘How about sociable?’ Lizzy said. ‘You can’t go wrong with that.’
‘You may as well write: “Thinks vodka for breakfast is taking it easy.”’
‘You write it then, Nicola! Actually, scrap that, you’ll probably end up attracting me the next Josef Fritzl.’
Poppet went and bought another round of drinks to try and release Lizzy’s writer’s block. After fifteen minutes of writing and deleting, she decided to go for a list approach and keep it short and sweet.
Blonde hair, green eyes, penchant for the absurd. I like dark rum, Italian food, crime fiction, London, boisterous dogs that charge through people’s picnics and good conversation.
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