BAD DATES
My Lunch with a Clean Freak
Long before the pandemic, I met a woman who loved hand-sanitizer
In honor of Valentine’s Day, here’s a recollection that explains, at least partially, why many of us are happily single.
A decade or so ago, I used an Internet dating site— can’t remember which one — and I connected with an attractive woman who was around my age — middle-aged.
We didn’t work far from each other and agreed to meet for lunch at a sub shop on a weekday.
It was supposed to be a very-casual-low-key-get-to-know-you-buy-your-own-lunch kind of meet up. My goal was always to keep these first face-to-face meetings as stress-free as possible after having too many uncomfortable and unpleasant first dates.
What made this “date” so memorable was how normal and uneventful it was until the time came to leave…
Togo’s Sandwich Shop is basically a fast-food place that serves subs on ceramic dinner plates on plastic trays. So when you’re done eating, you discard all your wrappings in a trash can inside the place and stack your plate and your tray nearby.
My date accidentally tossed her plate into the trash can and then turned to me and said, “Oops, look what I’ve done!”
