Are We Really That Selfish?

Last night, my throbbing ankle and I watched a DVD of Bobby Farrelly and Peter Farrelly’s remake of Fever Pitch, which for some odd reason is called The Perfect Match in the UK. It was an OK film, but there was a moment in the film that made me hopping mad (and given the state of my ankle – which is much better today thanks – was a pretty accurate representation of the event).

To cut a long story short, and there’s a bit of a plot spoiler ahead here, Lindsey Meeks and Ben Wrightman are a bit of an item. Trouble is, Ben is obsessed, and I mean obsessed with baseball. So when Lindsey’s job means a trip to romantic Paris (and the sooner the myth of that expensive stink pool is finally exposed, the better) she naturally invites Ben along. Oh, and did I mention that she thinks she may be pregnant too? So guess which option Ben took. Yeap, he um’d and ar’d because there was an important match which he had to attend. You f***king idiot!! As far as I was concerned the next scene would be "Woman dumps the idiotic man" followed by "End credits".

I know I’m certainly not, but I really do hope that men aren’t as selfish as this. I tick so many boxes in the good guy category and yet my inbox on Match.com is as about as full as a vegetarian meet in an abattoir. Never the less, I have a plan, and thanks to a fellow blogger I’ll be making some changes to both my profile and messages. So keep watching this space.