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headlamps of the proverbial on-coming truck. She suddenly felt exhausted and so not in the mood for anything like this conversation. Still what damage could even he do, with one question?
         “One simple question?” She said, wondering if there was really any such thing as a simple question, hiding away in Ben's extensive inquisitions lexicon. But when a conversation like this was started on home turf, there were very few escape routes, so she quickly decided that under the circumstances, a single question seemed relatively harmless.
         “Okay, okay,”
         Ben took a deep breath. He was tired of seeing her like this. He was tired of seeing both of them like this, but he was sure he could help at least one of them. “If you believed that I could help you, I mean really , help you. I mean, if I promised that I could help you to find the perfect guy before you turn thirty, would you be, at least, willing to talk about this?”
         Geraldine stared at the locked, back door for a second or two, then back at Ben. Even if she could find the key quickly enough to get away from him, where would she be running to? He’d certainly come after her, and any escape could only be short-lived. Suddenly, escaping through the back-door seemed eerily symbolic of her current approach towards her entire, emotional life, and she knew with all her heart that running away from the country’s top relationship coach was as good as saying, there’s no hope for me, ever! She collapsed back into her chair, grabbing an unopened bottle of wine from the coffee table on her way back. What did it matter anyway? If he couldn’t help her it would be just another night, just another chat with Ben, just another one of their fun but fruitless battle-of-the sexes, mutual moaning sessions with nothing lost. But if he could help her, ...then her life was about to change, miraculously, and just in time for the dreaded birthday.
         “Okay, then, give it your best shot. Show me what you’ve got.”
         “What, all of it?! Honey, I don’t think you could handle it.”
         “Ugh!! Ben!! Stop messing about...” Geraldine cringed slightly. It was so weird when Ben flirted with her. Funny, but just, plain, weird.
         “Okay, let’s get serious about this,” He said, disappearing into his room for a second, and returning with  a notepad and pen in hand, ready to begin his coaching drill.
         “Oh no,” she said, wincing slightly. She'd forgotten all about his legendary thoroughness.
           “It’s okay, just a few probing questions.” He said, unhelpfully. She glared at him through narrowed eyes. “I’m joking! Look I already know practically everything about you anyway. Those walls are quite thin and your voice carries a lot more than you think it does.”
          “Ugh,” She said, looking away in disgust. Not that anything noteworthy ever happened between those walls.
          “Look, this is just to get to the bottom of what it is you’re looking for why, you haven’t found it yet and how you can change that.” He said, succinctly. It certainly sounded harmless enough, and she was beginning to have trouble standing anyway, so she decided to just slump back into her chair and simply refuse to respond to anything too probing. “Okay, so what are you looking for?” he said, pen poised expectantly over pad.
          “What do you mean? A man, of course...”
         “Yes but what kind of man?” Geraldine rolled her eyes. “Look, if you’re not going to do this properly, we’re just wasting our time here, aren’t we? If you want to get a different kind of result to the one you’re currently getting, there’s going to have to be a bit of a change in attitude here.”
         “Okay, okay.” Geraldine was a bit taken aback. She’d never seen Ben like this before, so focussed; it was cute. It certainly made her sit up and take notice. She could see now why he