It was an excruciating date. He spoke excessively about himself like a bloated salesman on a used car lot. He was determined in professing his admiration for her, yet she barely spoke, and at a certain point, gave up at trying to do so. His idea of a fun outing consisted of going to an “I’m young-at-heart” amusement park. She felt like a fool surrounded by the teenagers alternately whooping it up or sticking their tongues down each other’s throat. She didn’t bother telling him she was vegetarian when he ordered dinner.
