I never went on that kind of date. An unknown woman seated randomly
across from me, dabbing at the corners of her mouth, would seem
mysterious and intriguing. The same behavior on the part of a woman I
met at work, where I would see her every day regardless of how the
date turned out, made me itchy. I mean, what if I bumped into her in
the break room, and she was eating a tuna fish sandwich, and dabbing
at the corners of her mouth? What then?
During our dinner at E'Angelo it didn't dawn on me that she might have
been trying to let me know that I had food on my face. But I can't
remember what I ate, or whether any of it landed somewhere other than
in my mouth.