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days...and maybe, just a little bit too much like men. They actually did seem to relish the unattainable, the challenge. They were used to having to run after the careers they desired, put in bids for houses they wanted to buy, fight off competitors with their wit, intelligence and aptitude for the long, hard corporate haul. So when even the most eligible man was too available, emotionally, mentally, physically or in any other way, he ceased to be interesting. It was fair enough, in a way, he supposed. Men had been running things that way for centuries. But what happened when everyone thrived on the thrill of the chase, the seemingly unattainable? In the end nothing was ever attained, as everyone on the planet ran around chasing their own tail. Instead of someone, sometime stopping the madness, turning around, and finally noticing someone who was attainable and sharing one beautiful, brief moment of bashful eye-contact that might slowly lead to a life-time of passionate unravelling, and loving discovery.
          “Hang on a minute” He said, folding his arms decisively, as he replaced the receiver. “You’re a fine one to talk! “You sit around all day, telling people how to keep their marriages together, find a soul mate, let go of the past, have the perfect relationship. You do exactly the same thing I do, okay maybe in your own slightly kooky, other-worldly way, but it’s basically the same thing, and I don’t see you looking all that loved up right now.”  Geraldine was stunned for a second or two.
          “What do you mean, kooky?”
          “Oh, no. I don’t think ‘kooky’ is really what that last question was about, do you?”
          “I’m sorry, Did you ask me a question. I don’t remember there actually being a question in what you just said. Maybe you meant to imply a question but, hey, it’s a bit late for debating by implication. It’s too vague. Wow it really is getting late,” she said, glancing at the clock (which treacherously announced that it was only 7.35) and stretching with faux-tiredness, while every cell in her body stood on high emotional alert. There was definitely an impending penetration of heart and mind looming on the horizon. How had they managed to get onto this subject anyway? Only 7.35 ...and now there was that blasted take-away coming...  She was trapped!
          Geraldine also despised discussing her disastrous love-life. In fact, just recently, she had almost given up on relationships completely. Yet, it haunted her that she was still single and fast approaching thirty. It wasn’t, however, something she was overly keen on discussing in any great detail...and Ben loved detail. She was crap at relationships and that was that. She got up to leave but he stopped her by rushing to the living-room door and blocking off her exit.  “Oh, no...We’re gonna have one of these aren’t we?” She said, desperately trying to avoid eye-contact.
          “No. Its okay, no need to panic. I’m just curious to know why you know so much about how to have a great relationship, why you’re responsible for so many happy couplings and yet, you’re still so single?” It was a good point. Geraldine shrugged her pyjama-clad shoulders and quickly glanced over to see if they’d left the back door open. It was locked securely.
          “It’s my personal choice at the moment, “ She said bravely, “I’m newly aware of the fact that I’m crap at relationships and I’m taking time to heal and to pay my respects for what never was.”
          Ben ignored her facetious tone.  “Okay then Gerry,” He continued, warming to the subject and cheering up considerably, confident that a conversation about his train-wreck of a love-life had been completely averted. “Just answer me one simple question, and then I promise to leave you alone.” For a moment or two, she stood facing him, like a tiny hunted animal, a rabbit, caught in the proverbial