Asking a mutual friend whether someone’s been talking about you and refusing to take their gentle hints that you should give up, because they’re out of your league? Finding yourself buying drinks for everybody instead of just the person you’re interested in? And retaining impossibly high standards even when there was no chance of getting anywhere?
Story of — well, a large part of my life, at least.
Merchant’s character is pathetically desperate and deluded, and uncomfortably so, but he’s also got elements of David Brent-style obnoxiousness in the mix as well.
He’s appallingly cheap -a highly unattractive characteristic in anyone — and highly crass.
Dating is hell, and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.