Cherry recounts meeting David Smith, the man in the lime-green safari suit (though the suit is not mentioned in this chapter), at the Swiss fondue party. David was a striking-looking man of British and Korean heritage, a junior cardiologist with Elvis Presley sideburns. After the party, when Cherry mentioned she would take a bus and train home, Baashir insisted she not walk alone, and David offered to drive her to Hornsby. During the hour-long drive, Cherry fell asleep in his warm Ford Falcon while he played easy listening radio, and David quietly found her house using a street directory rather than waking her.

David called Cherry the following week and took her to dinner at an Italian restaurant in Glebe, where she wore her green crocheted dress. He called her a "bombshell," asked to hear her life story, and took her pulse while telling her about widow-maker heart attacks. That night Cherry lost her virginity on David's waterbed in Wahroonga. Cherry reflects on how her relationship with David was fundamentally based on desire, contrasting it with her chaste relationship with Jack Murphy, whom she never slept with due to their Catholic upbringing.

Cherry and David married a little over a year after the fondue party. Their honeymoon was at a resort in Thailand, where Cherry suffered severe food poisoning from oysters at a seafood buffet. David looked after her but was brisk rather than tender, and Cherry began to realize that David was fundamentally driven by self-interest and a strong dislike of being inconvenienced. While she lay ill, David signed up for resort activities and spent most of the honeymoon completing a five-day scuba diving course.

Cherry reflects that David's considerate behavior on the night he drove her home had given her an inaccurate first impression—one formed before he had "got her into his waterbed." On the fourth day, while recovering on a deck chair, Cherry found herself thinking about Jack Murphy and wondering if he would have been good in bed, concluding he would have been marvelous. She notes wryly that thinking about former boyfriends on your honeymoon is never a good sign.