A woman goes on a blind date with a guy who suggests that if she just got a little plastic surgery, she’d be perfect.

She is going to kill her brother. Why did he think she’d like this arsehole?!

She was wary from the get go: Steve’s colleagues are always privileged, self indulgent… up themselves frankly.

Doctors are. Surgeons another rung up the ladder and plastic surgeons wobble at the top of that dubious stack.

But he’d said this guy was different. More honest and down to earth.

She guesses that was the kind way to describe baldly suggesting I needed work in the walk from doorway to bar stool!

Thankfully the bartender has overheard, rolled her eyes and slipped me a tequila. Slam.

…She’d need a few more to get through his talk of cars, watches and yachts.

Steve owed her… she immediately started working through her dud friend dating list. His next set up would HURT!!