Blind Date

It was disquieting having someone looking me in the eye, smiling in a away that made me feel he did not at all mind having to look at me. And, although we come from completely different worlds and have vastly different expectations for our lives, we still seemed to have enough in common, perhaps a common outlook, and certainly an interest in each other’s perspective, for the conversation to flow along reasonably comfortably over coffee… over lunch… over the three hours we spent together until he had to leave for his work party. I could have stayed chatting for the rest of the day.

It was only later, a few days later, several emails and text messages later, that I began to get nagging doubts.