Flight no partner-fest
matron reading Catholic News and to my left a Scottish chap in his 70s (he told me his age). He was reading a book on the slave trade in East Africa. Apparently it was fascinating, he couldn’t put it down. Meanwhile, I’ve been ‘‘chatting’’ on the dating website with a local guy. I was sceptical given how much focus his profile put on biking and kayaking, but this is Queenstown. This profile was certainly not the first I’d read from someone who on paper at least was an action man. Then the fateful question – can I see a photo? In fairness I’d seen his photo and we all know you have to be attracted to someone to date them. My photo beamed off into cyberspace. I haven’t heard from him since. I’m not sure what’s worse – the silence or the ‘‘sorry, you’re not my type’’ response. I guess it’s life – a picture tells a thousand words. I hate to think what his reaction would have been if I’d sent a bad photo! Next time, airbrushing!