Here is a recent example of just how hopeless I can be with men:
I meet Reece in a bar in the City. He takes my number after we chat for quite a while.
Text comes in the next few days:
Reece: Good fun the other evening. Feeling really special today; working in this condition is just so much fun!
Beautiful but Grumpy: Yes, it was fun. What are you working on?
Reece: Working on the long term cycles of the live cattle futures market just now. Would much rather be doing energy work
BbG: Are you using your own software for that?
Reece: Yes, plus some other wee gizmos that we haven’t programmed yet
The end