As I looked at him from across the table, I couldn’t help but wonder…is he a teacher? professor? doctor? Yes, it may have been profiling or stereotyping but at the same time I think I was right. As he got up and went to what was most likely the restroom, the two gentlemen standing between us were there, asking his friend questions. I couldn’t hear everything that was coming from her mouth but could make out a few words while reading her lips, such as “he never makes the first move” and “maybe you should talk with him.”
I’ve seen this kind before…obviously smart, confident in his personality but doesn’t have the first clue on how to swoon another. He’s bright, good looking – not in a sexy way but as the “sensual intellectual” type – so much better. He doesn’t take compliments well, is engaged in conversation with bystanders to be cordial. He knows he has nothing with hair dressers or retail workers, yet his parents taught him well. Don’t be rude or pretentious. This is the kind of guy you could take home to mom, and shortly thereafter she would never doubt the kind of people you’d date ever again.
Then I wake up.