We sat across from eachother. I was nervous about the whol3 blind date thing, and I hadn’t messaged with her much, either. Her messages seeemed tightly written, perfect, almost. I wanted to see who this perfect woman was.

“Hello,” I waved although we were already seated.

She smiled and nodded, fumbling with the menu.

“How are you?” I asked, wondering if she already wanted to leave when she saw me.

Her smile didn’t fade, but she didn’t answer, either.

The server came and asked us what we wanted. She pointed to a picture, and I commented on what a great choice it was. She nodded.

The rest of the date went similarly. When we parted, we hugged, and went our separate ways. I never saw her again.

I guess I need to change the way I look …