Speed dating, anyone? No thanks

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By Taipan
13 Mar 2014

On Sunday afternoon a few young whippersnappers managed to wangle themselves invitations — ostensibly to a lunch party in my garden, but really to pose around the edge of my swimming pool, flex their muscles and flirt with my wife.

Anybody would think they hadn’t seen a female in a bathing costume for years. I made a joke on the topic to one of my old chums. He replied slyly that I was well behind the curve.

My interest piqued, I asked him what he meant. After several ...

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