Taking a swipe at a ‘triple threat’

According to his dating profile, he was a “triple threat”, but midway through their first date Georgie knew Rob was no Hugh Jackman.

He danced like he was busting, and when he sang as they exited the club, passers-by winced. Could he act? Unlikely. Soon they were sitting on a park bench and eating late-night gyros. She was enjoying herself.

He had smiley eyes and he made her laugh. “So,” she said, “about that ‘triple threat’.” He blushed. “I snore, fart and burp. A lot.”

“Oh,” she said, but decided it wasn’t a deal-breaker. She’d had worse.