Robert is different. He has Asperger’s Syndrome. He experiences the world differently to 99% of the population.
Follow his entertaining and highly empathetic story as he struggles to realise and accept who he really is, tries to understand other people—which he cannot—and find a girlfriend. Especially find a girlfriend—he’s decided it’s his special project for the year. Accompanied on this transformative journey by his quirky flatmates, Chloe (who also has Asperger’s, amongst other things), Stef (who hasn’t, but doesn’t mind) and their oddly-named kitten, Robert endures a myriad of awkward moments in his quest to meet a nice, normal girl…and, not even a major earthquake will stop him.
This absorbing and humorous story is starkly told from Robert’s point of view, through the kaleidoscope of autistic experience.
“What do you think, Rodney? Do you like the blue? Or would black be better? They say black never goes out of fashion. And the trousers? Do they look too tight?”
“Blue’s fine, dear, and the trousers too,” said the man, who was possibly her husband. I noticed how quickly he was able to assess the suitability of his wife’s choice of clothes, for he simply glanced at her for a moment before swivelling his gaze back to a tall blonde woman trying on an impractical pair of shoes.
“Pay attention, Rodney. This is important. I simply can’t wear clothes that make me look dowdy. Now, are these trousers fine, or should I try on the striped ones? Stripes are slimming, you know. Or maybe you don’t know. But of course if I go for the striped trousers, I can’t have the blue blouse. I would have to have the black one. Or a white one. Are you listening, dear?”
Another brief glance back. “Yes, dear. They’re fine. Don’t fret.”
“I’m not fretting. I’m very particular about my appearance. It must be just right.” She turned to present a profile view to her husband, who was not watching anyway, and hissed, “Does my bum look big in this?”
“You look fine, dear,” said the man, concentrating intently on a young woman browsing through the cardigans.
“Oh, you’re hopeless,” said the woman. She spun around to face me. “You look like a sensible young man. What do you think of this outfit?”
I considered for a moment, intent on being as helpful as possible.
“Your bum does look big in those trousers,” I said. “It quite bulges out, in fact. I think you should choose a much larger pair. The blouse also. It looks very tight under your breasts.”