The Blind Date

That optimism was dashed almost immediately. The entire trip into the city (I was living in NYC at the time) from my friends home in the suburbs was spent listening to my blind date recount the faults and failures of every man she had dated, and for that matter, the faults and failings of all men, everywhere. None apparently, were worthy of her companionship, qualities or beauty- of which she would refer to every few minutes, as if on cue- as in, "I don't have to settle, I'm too good to settle. I deserve the very best. I can get any man I want."