I told him I was going to the bathroom and instead got a cab home.
We spent the first hour date catching up, and then all of a sudden he got really serious and started taking me through his murky family health history: diabetes, cancer alcoholism, and mental illnesses of all kinds.
When I asked him why he was telling me all this, he said, ‘Well, if we have kids someday, it’s best you know all of this now.’ KIDS?
He was a high school music teacher and I’d had painted him in my mind as an altruistic man of musical theory.
I showed up and found myself face-to-face with a version of the man who was ten years older and twenty pounds heavier than his pictures.
He was the quiet, brooding, artistic type back then, and I was hoping he still was.