After batting around a few impersonal emails with an on-line dating prospect, the coffee date is what you do. It may seem old-fashioned, but I miss the blind date. There you had a genuine connection. A good friend would fix you up with her husband’s old college roommate. Two things were guaranteed: someone who knows you and knows him thought you might just hit it off – and he’s not a sociopath. Even if you didn’t find your soulmate, it was safe to let your guard down, and maybe even enjoy yourself. Not so with the coffee date.
We met after work at Starbuck’s. From our emailing, I knew he was a financial analyst and although I didn’t know his last name, that he was Italian-American like me. I was hoping for a Renaissance man…
My date was tall and attractive in his charcoal gray suit. And he was all business. After we sat down with our coffee, what I can only describe as my interview commenced:
“So you mentioned that you like to cook,” he began.
“Well yes, I do.”
“You make your own tomato sauce?” he prompted me.
Then he fired off a series of follow-up questions:
“What do you put in it? Do you slow cook it? How do you make your eggplant parm? You do make eggplant parm, don’t you? And stuffed artichokes? What about steak pizzaiola?”
I was on a job interview all right, and the job under consideration was wife. Turning the tables was tempting.
“How are you with plumbing and electrical work? Can you unclog a sink? Install a ceiling fan? Do you do your own house painting?” I could ask.
But I didn’t. I knew he wouldn’t get it. Instead I just smiled and sipped my latte.