Free The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion

asked.
    “People with long earlobes are more likely to choose partners with long earlobes. It’s a better predictor than IQ.”
    This was incredible, but much behavior that developed in the ancestral environment seems incredible when considered in the context of the current world. Evolution has not kept up. But earlobes! Could there be a more irrational basis for a relationship? No wonder marriages fail.
    “So, did you have fun?” asked Gene.
    I informed him that his question was irrelevant: my goal wasto find a partner and Rosie was patently unsuitable. Gene had caused me to waste an evening.
    “But did you have fun?” he repeated.
    Did he expect a different answer to the same question? To be fair, I had not given him a proper answer, but for a good reason. I had not had time to reflect on the evening and determine a proper response. I guessed that “fun” was going to be an oversimplification of a very complex experience.
    I provided Gene with a summary of events. As I related the story of the dinner on the balcony, Gene interrupted. “If you see her again—”
    “There is zero reason for me to see her again.”
    “ If you see her again ,” Gene continued, “it’s probably not a good idea to mention the Wife Project. Since she didn’t measure up.”
    Ignoring the incorrect assumption about seeing Rosie again, this seemed like good advice.
    At that point, the conversation changed direction dramatically, and I did not have an opportunity to find out how Gene had met Rosie. The reason for the change was Gene’s sandwich. He took a bite, then called out in pain and snatched my water bottle.
    “Oh shit. Oh shit. Claudia put chilies in my sandwich.”
    It was difficult to see how Claudia could make an error of this kind. But the priority was to reduce the pain. Chili is insoluble in water, so drinking from my bottle would not be effective. I advised him to find some oil. We headed back to the Japanese café and were not able to have any further conversation about Rosie. However, I had the basic information I needed. Gene had selected a woman without reference to the questionnaire. To see her again would be in total contradiction to the rationale for the Wife Project.
    Riding home, I reconsidered. I could see three reasons that it might be necessary to see Rosie again.
    1. Good experimental design requires the use of a control group. It would be interesting to use Rosie as a benchmark to compare with women selected by the questionnaire.
    2. The questionnaire had not produced any matches to date. I could interact with Rosie in the meantime.
    3. As a geneticist with access to DNA analysis, and the knowledge to interpret it, I was in a position to help Rosie find her biological father.
    Reasons 1 and 2 were invalid. Rosie was clearly not a suitable life partner. There was no point in interaction with someone so patently inappropriate. But reason 3 deserved consideration. Using my skills to assist her in a search for important knowledge aligned with my life purpose. I could do it in the time set aside for the Wife Project until a suitable candidate emerged.
    In order to proceed, I needed to reestablish contact with Rosie. I did not want to tell Gene that I planned to see her again so soon after telling him that the probability of my doing so was zero. Fortunately, I recalled the name of the bar she worked at: the Marquess of Queensbury.
    There was only one bar of that name, in a back street of an inner suburb. I had already modified the day’s schedule, canceling my market trip to catch up on the lost sleep. I would purchase a ready-made dinner instead. I am sometimes accused of being inflexible, but I think this demonstrates an ability to adapt to even the strangest of circumstances.
    I arrived at 7:04 p.m. only to find that the bar did not openuntil 9:00 p.m. Incredible . No wonder people make mistakes at work. Would it be full of surgeons and flight controllers, drinking until after midnight before working the