World dating and name
Soon after, an email comes through from a real Daniel – Daniel Anderson*: The next night it's Daniel #6 – Daniel Iturbe, 25, who speaks Spanish, and will therefore be known as Spaniel.
We go gin-tasting – I like his vibe straight away, even though he's someone I'd probably usually bypass.
But after an hour he tells me he has to go; he's forgotten he has tickets to travel back in time to 2011 (sorry, to a Muse gig). I love all his stories about living in different in countries; I remember how attractive it is when a person can teach you new things about the world and my scepticism from the night before disappears. The Daniels have started merging into one giant mutant date in my head.
I meet Daniel #9 (Daniels #7 and #8 both bail last minute) for dinner and instantly adore his South African accent – out of all the Daniels, he's the most 'my type'.
But meeting these kind, mellower Daniels has made me see that those alpha types actually made me shrink into myself, or act like someone I'm not to try and impress them.
The Daniels I've met (discounting the bowling racist) are generous with both their time and emotions.
And that's assuming I actually make it to the first date... Further digging found research on Daniels as also being the most generous (not just financially – but with their time and emotions too). Still, one of the better dates I've had in a while. His research looks into the influence names have on academic choices and how teachers unconsciously judge children by their monikers.
I've been single for just over a year and, despite being signed up to (what feels like) every dating app going, still haven't met a man worth spending more than a few hours with. Don't pretend you don't do it too – the sheer amount of choice available to daters right now has made cut-throat window shoppers out of all of us. What I found – along with some very strange stuff about how bald men are better in bed (one experiment I'm less keen to try) – was a study that claimed men named David, Andrew and Daniel make the best husbands, so judged by their female spouses. I really like talking to him (and realise that downing an entire bottle of Chardonnay on a date is somehow less cool when you're sat in your bedroom), but the distance is an obvious problem. Halfway through our second game, he asks, "Are you racist, by the way? I frown and glance sideways at a rubbish bin overflowing with chequered hotdog wrappers and imagine stuffing him inside it. The Name Game After two extremely polarising dates, I phone David Figlio, a professor of economics at Northwestern University, to talk science.
Although FYI, you do have to be Indian to join - just before you dive right in.
We tend to become attracted to facial features that are relatively similar to ours; why not aspects of names?
" I've always gravitated towards guys with unusual names.
I don't own a webcam, so Blu-Tack my phone to a pile of books for our 'meeting'.
First of all, by taking me bowling (shit shoes, and I always need the sides up), and secondly by linking his arm through mine on our way from bar to bowling alley and saying, "Doesn't this just feel right? We discuss research by psychologist Dr Brett Pelham that found those with a common surname, such as Smith, are more likely to marry another Smith. We're attracted to things that remind us of ourselves.