My friend, Marlys, set me up on my first blind date. Her description of the guy sounded intriguing and I was ripe to test the waters of the dating world, so I said, “Give him my phone number.”
Our first contact should have prepared me for what followed.
He suggested dinner and a movie. Okay by me.
He suggested The King’s Speech. Again, okay by me.
Then he suggested that we meet at the theater and go out to dinner afterwards.
Not okay by me.
I suggested, tactfully as I could, that since we’d never met, I’d be more comfortable dining first, then going to the movie.
He wouldn’t budge.
That’s how I found myself in the lobby of a movie theater, walking up to a strange man, hoping he was my date.