Owen left looking unconvinced, and I spent a fruitless weekend by the phone.
The general consensus in work was that I was a hopeless case, the matchmakers moved on to the homeliest of the modern apprentices, and I was thrown back on my resources, such as they were.
Crossdressing seemed to be the main sticking point, yet even in the most liberal times, few men would admit being attracted to anyone transgendered.
If I was to locate a partner who didn’t object to my occasional desire to appear feminine, there was only one place to look.