It's Got To Be Perfect: A laugh out loud comedy about finding your perfect match. Haley Hill
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Название: It's Got To Be Perfect: A laugh out loud comedy about finding your perfect match
Автор: Haley Hill
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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‘And I think,’ he continued, still half smiling from my outburst, ‘that’s half the reason I get fed up with the girls I date. It’s as though they’re too stupid to plan their own lives, so instead they’re waiting for me to do it for them. It’s pathetic really.’
I opened my mouth to say something, but he continued.
‘I’ve got this friend who quit being a doctor the day she married. She studied for seven years and then only worked for one. What’s that all about? Seriously, what’s the point of putting women through university if they’re just going to give it up when they get married?’
‘But that’s only one girl,’ I said.
He didn’t respond, but simply took a sip of the beer Steve had just brought over.
‘So I think what you’re saying is that you want to date an independent woman?’ I asked, picking up my pen, poised to take notes.
‘That’s what most girls think they are. But they’re not.’
‘Okay, okay,’ I interrupted, now feeling the need to defend my team. ‘Let’s rewind a bit. The night we met. In the queue for Apt.’
‘Yes.’
‘You were pretty offensive.’
He raised his eyebrows.
‘Grabbing bottoms and making reference to anal sex is likely to put off the intelligent, independent women. We want to be wined, dined and cherished. Not objectified and manhandled.’
He smirked. ‘Manhandled? Do people still say that?’
I frowned. ‘Don’t deflect.’
‘I was hardly Benny Hill chasing you around the club to clown music. Honk, honk.’ He pretended to squeeze a pair of imaginary boobs.
‘It was still disrespectful.’
‘You disrespected yourself, wearing that miniskirt.’
I laughed. ‘It was a dress actually and it wasn’t that short.’
‘It was tight around your bottom. And, yes, it was short.’
‘So you’re saying I was asking for it?’
He shook his head. ‘Of course not. But—’
‘Yes, go on, please.’
‘You wanted men to notice. Or you wouldn’t have worn it.’
‘Is it a crime to want to look nice?’
‘Nice or sexy?’
I rolled my eyes.
‘Okay. So this is how it goes.’ He sat forward in his chair and stared at me. ‘I work my arse off in a job which gives me a good salary and lifestyle. I then use this to wine and dine a woman who feels she is entitled to it just for being her wonderful, beautiful, miniskirted self. And then, if I behave correctly—i.e. spend enough money, shower her with enough compliments, pander to her neuroses—then I am allowed sex. I’m supposed to pretend it is the best sex I have ever had and never want it with anyone else again. From then onward, I am expected to continue this ridiculous charade until she has borne her desired number of children and we are old and withered. Unless I get fed up with her unending list of demands, and leave her, or have an affair, in which case I will be back at square one, only with half my income gone.’
When he had finished, he sat back in his chair and took, what seemed to be, a triumphant sip of beer.
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