‘You know it’s £35 to join?’ she says.
‘Registering is free.’
‘Will you be able to see the profiles?’
‘Only one way to find out!’
A couple of minutes later, I’m in. I go to Advanced Search and enter his details. Blue eyes, slim, works in Banking and Financial Services, 28…
I read the profile.
Now what? Only one thing for it. I start filling out my own.
‘Argh it’s asking for my job title!’ I say.
I’ve a feeling ‘human signpost’ isn’t going to cut it. Ditto ‘free spirit’.
‘Yes it’s for young professionals.’
Beatrice is very clued up for someone who’s supposedly not a member.
‘What if you’re just young?’
I plump for ‘Client Services’.
Now it wants my ‘narrative’. If I knew that, I’d have written the bloody book and Client Services would be a thing of the past! I model it on Hugo’s (not Victor), not because I want him to like me, but because it’s a lot less work. And hit ‘Save’. Seems appropriate.