‘Oh shit. Am I going to have to buy you a coffee?’
It’s not until early evening that we get a chance to speak properly.
‘So,’ I begin, ‘it was the section where you admit something private about yourself and I read his and realised… we must be related!’
‘Yeah and I figured out… he’s my… third cousin, so quite distant. So the question is, Ryan, is it OK to fancy your cousin – third cousin – and date them?’
Ryan reckons not.
‘Ohhh but he’s funny!’
Ryan and I are on the same page when it comes to this one: we both only want to date men who make us laugh. The way he actually puts it is, ‘I HATE people who don’t make me laugh’. I don’t feel quite so strongly, but I do think it’s a bugger that the first funny, good-looking guy I’ve encountered in the virtual world (or the real world for that matter) since VP also happens to be a blood relative.
I try a different tack, though my tone isn’t hopeful.
‘We’d probably have a lot of things in common.’
Ryan gives me a look.
Chromosomal DNA for one.