Dating agencies bring all sorts of people together.
The well-established website said that it has long been helping people find the right relationship. She had posted her particulars and had been told that a match had been found. For the occasion, she had her hair done and wore her best dress. He had posted his particulars and had been told that a match had been found. For the occasion, he had his hair cut and wore his best jacket and trousers. The agreed meeting place turned out to be a very popular night club. There was a large noisy crowd there when they both arrived. The seats along the bar, the appointed point of contact, were almost full. She was there. He was there.
She was ‘Female, late 30s, seeks tall, dark, handsome male, for a bit of wickedness’. She sat nursing her drink, wondering whether she should have told anybody what she was doing. She had thought it would make her sound friendly and fun to be with if she used the word ‘wickedness’. That was really stupid, she thought. What sort of man would that bring out of the woodwork?
He was ‘Male, mid-twenties, seeks older, experienced woman for mutually rewarding relationship’. He sat nursing his drink, hoping that none of his friends would recognise that it was him using the dating service. That word, ‘experienced’ bothered him. He shouldn’t have said that; it makes him sound as naive and completely unexperienced as he actually is. What sort of woman is it that’s going to respond to that?
They both had photographs, but the low lighting didn’t help with the recognition. They never found out why they had both leaned forward over the bar at the same moment. Wordlessly, they managed to find a spare table in a quiet corner. They just sat smiling at one another until she spoke.
“You’re not what I was expecting,” she said, “considering the silly description I gave.”
His smile was radiant. He leant forward and whispered, “Likewise.”