About six months ago, a family member set me up on a blind date. We decided on lunch at a popular restaurant where we ended up talking for hours. I admired him, and he was definitely interested in me. I wasn’t attracted physically, but I agreed to a second date (because, they don’t happen that often and he seemed like a nice guy), which I went on dutifully, but couldn’t wait to be over. After that, we never saw each other again. Today, I wondered, have my tastes become too narrow? Is he the one (small “o”) who got away?
Image: palette of Georges Seurat (according to a blog in the Telegraph, U.K.)
What about getting in touch with him again?
So the first day was really good (you talked for hrs) but the 2nd date was boring?
A winning personality and great conversation can cover up a lot of ugliness. But you at least have to have that.