Mys­ter­ies of the male mind al­ways amaz­ing

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Mak­ing sense of the in­ner work­ings of the male brain is a mys­tery that goes back cen­turies. It seems the ‘‘dif­fer­ent planet’’ dis­tinc­tion starts young. My friend’s 5-year-old an­nounced that when he was older he wanted two girl­friends. The the­ory is that you have two girls for ‘‘play dates’’ and when you’re not there be­cause you’re at foot­ball or on hol­i­day they can keep each other com­pany. Males really are an­other species. I was re­minded of this when I was feel­ing a bit dis­il­lu­sioned af­ter a date never hap­pened. This is not un­usual in the world of net dat­ing. You mer­rily chat away to some­one for a few weeks, then even­tu­ally one of you sug­gests meet­ing up for a drink. In this case it was Mr Cen­tral Otago’s idea. Nat­u­rally, you start look­ing for­ward to it, then he sim­ply dis­ap­pears off the face of the earth never to be heard of again. No ex­pla­na­tion, no emails. This leaves you won­der­ing what you said to put him off. So it’s back to square one for me. Mean­while, a friend of mine was in two minds about a guy she’d been out with sev­eral times. He seemed in­dif­fer­ent too. Sud­denly she was his idea of the per­fect woman af­ter tex­ting a pic­ture of a blue cod she’d caught on Ste­wart Is­land. A photo of a fish had taken her from a few ca­sual dates to a re­la­tion­ship prospect. Per­haps I’ll take up fish­ing, and start read­ing Rod & Ri­fle in­stead of trashy nov­els.

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