"I'm not looking for romance or love," said Cicely, "I want to be a paid girlfriend."
"I mean you," she looked at the list, "Terrence, want a girlfriend and I want money."
I must have been born inquisitive because I asked, "How much money?"
"Forty pounds a date. There would probably be extras," She smiled broadly.
"I don't think that's called a paid girlfriend on this planet, Cicely."
She didn't take offence.
"OK, Toby, if you change your mind here's my card. There goes the bell."
If this is what speed dating is like, I might give it a miss.