Bad bachelor: It’s true, nice guys finish last

Supper, jokes about our funnier neighbours and a bottle of sweet red wine later, we were suddenly smooching (Shutterstock)

We met two weeks ago, and I may have left you with the impression that I am a really ruthless Romeo — one of those ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ lover Lotharios. The truth is, I really like women. Maybe that’s why I’m democratic with my affections. So let’s start over again!

My name is Arthur Amacho (but everyone calls me Art, in the same way a Zachariah is always called ‘Zack’ or a Nebuchadnezzar ‘Ned’ or ‘Nebu.’). I am in my mid-30s, work in advertising and drive a Subaru (you already know it is blue). I’m six feet tall, clean-shaven, brown eyes, Adam’s Apple, go to the gym.