“Why do you need a tutor so badly?” “Because I’d really like to get married before I’m eighty, and my last date was a disaster.” “It couldn’t have been a disaster.” “A disaster,” she repeats firmly, with eyes wide open. “Remember how he left at the beginning of the date? Before that I overheard him on the phone tell his friend that I was unbelievably boring. Too dull to hook up with.” Rage swiftly and furiously sweeps over me. “What a dick. Tell me his name. I’m going to—”
