You go on a blind date where the man tells you that you’re nothing like what you made yourself out to be in your profile. You thought you were being honest.

He doesn’t really bring it up until you’re half way through dessert, but any restraint inferred by his waiting until then is undone when he gives it to you with both barrels.

“It’s obvious to me you weren’t being truthful” he starts, “I mean, why did you say – ”
You interrupt before he can go on.
“Those pictures are from last week!” you say “and I definitely have a physics degree yet struggle to reverse park properly, and – ”
But this time he cuts you off.
“You are smart, funny, I love your quirky style and the fact you’d kick my arse at both judo and trivial pursuit turns me on no end. Why don’t you share those things instead of saying you’re a lonely, overweight nerd who’s a hopeless driver? You’re a catch Claudia and I’d love to see you again if you’ll have me – AND if you’ll stop bringing yourself down unnecessarily.”

Hmm a decent man not threatened by me you think. That’ll be something different… why not?! Instead you say: “Well can I have the last bit of your tiramisu then?”

“I knew there’d be some flaw in your character!” he jokes passing over the spoon.