I’m little impressed by our chats, less impressed by his photograph, not at all impressed by his job of finding the cheapest possible phone deals for small companies.
        He lives close by.
        He is Jewish.
        He offers to travel to Crystal Palace to buy me dinner.
        Another lonely weekend is looming.
        I need something to do on a Friday night.
        I agree to meet.

I drag him straight to my favourite Italian restaurant.
        The moment we order, his mobile rings.
        He talks on the phone until our food arrives.
        I only stay because I’m hungry.
        I gulp down my pizza and don’t even start an argument when he says that Austrians are really Germans.
        The one thing I remember from our conversation is his recommendation of a phone service to Austria, which costs only 2p per minute.
        He is the man I think of today when I hear myself say: ’Not a single date was a waste of time. I learned something new and useful from everybody I met.'