Blind Date

7/6/23 The Maple, Maple Leaf neighborhood

The last time we dined at The Maple, I sketched a young woman whom I admired for her social courage. This time we witnessed another type of social courage: a blind date.

He had been seated at the table for a while. When she approached cautiously, they both confirmed their names. Their body language and slight awkwardness were familiar to us: Nearly 38 years ago, Greg and I had met on a blind date. I hope it turns out as well for them as it did for us.