I soon guessed WB’s plan when she invited me to spend the day with her at her ex-husband AB’s house in the country: matchmaking. I willingly made the visit with her, but also insisted afterwards that the pair of us leave the house together.

Apart from anything else, I needed to get back to University to finish my biology degree. I elected to live on campus in my final year, and was looking forward to seeing my new room. It came as a surprise to find two double beds squeezed into the tiny space, plus three American exchange students at the door ready to move in with me.

I asked if the one boy in the group would share the slightly larger bed with me, leaving the smaller one for the girls. He refused. It seemed that the prospect of sleeping with a young female threesome was a more attractive option to him.