He kept chattering away, pausing only to take a bite, and every time he did take a bite he would start off on a whole different direction entirely. To be fair, it wasn’t as if his anecdotes were boring. Neither was he hard on the eyes. On the contrary he was handsome, intelligent and quite articulate. A polite gentleman too, going by the courtesy he had shown both her and the hostess. Her girlfriends would insist that this was the perfect first date. Yet she kept looking around waiting for the meal to end.
He may have been the perfect date, but he was not ‘him’.