You seem quite intelligent for a barmaid.” “The compliments just keep on coming.” It seemed I was doing well, and I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction, which I shared with Rosie. “Excellent. I’m not proficient at dating. There are so many rules to remember.” “You’re doing okay,” she said. “Except for staring at my boobs.” This was disappointing feedback. Rosie’s dress was quite revealing, but I had been working hard to maintain eye contact.
