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Even if that is what people do these days, shouldn’t he have kept that to himself? Slowly, over a number of weeks, his age crept up to the point where he was eligible for superannuation.

Plus he would share every single detail of his day with me – it’s true, I do ask lots of questions – but when it came time for reciprocation, when any normal person would say, “And you?

Then she told a story about being at a wedding in America where the DJ had never heard of the All Blacks. She clearly hadn’t understood the point I was making.

And the more we slid lightly over my life, the more I realised she couldn’t possibly know me.

Moderately well-oiled following a Christmas party, she went home and emailed us both, no frills. His messages were initially a trifle effusive, nervous perhaps. We migrated to text messages, he started writing novellas. I was already finding it all a bit heavy-handed when his idea of a first intersection was taking one of his four (FOUR! ) drive to deliver one of his brood to his sister’s for the holidays, then return to Auckland sans child. Even someone as inexperienced at dating as me knows the first face-to-face is held somewhere casual and close to home where both parties have a clear exit.

He’d then tell me it was time for him to hit the hay, for he had another big, important day ahead – in case I missed how terribly big and important he was.

But meeting this mythical man, who can fix a bike puncture and prune a fruit tree, who wants to kayak around New Zealand and keep chickens, who prefers good books over All Blacks – I just don’t know where to find him.

I’ve never felt comfortable with the prospect of Tinder; for some reason it doesn’t light my fire, and the chaps on Findsomeone haven’t kindled much of anything, either.

Logging on in deepest Southland, my chum was matched with a man in Invercargill who was very keen for my friend to come to his house – an internet dating no-no.

So my friend asked for the initial meeting to take place somewhere public, whereupon it transpired Tinder-man was on home detention and couldn’t go any further than his front door.

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