CHAPTER 6
THERE MUST BE another way to meet women. Neville Peters had tried them all; singles’ clubs, speed dating, Internet dating, chat rooms; the list was varied and endless. The women were fearsome and frustrated, and Neville was cowed. He wanted to keep his p***s to himself until he got to know a woman better. Also, wasn’t a man expected to make the first move? These women were virtually tearing at his trousers even on the first date. Trying a different tack he’d even once decided to learn ballroom dancing, but the ladies there, nice though they were, all appeared at least 30 years’ older than himself. Still, at least he could now perform a mean Foxtrot, and you never knew when that might come in handy.
Wasn’t he good-looking enough? Why were all his mates married with childr
