When I moved up to Boston after college, I knew few people in the area. I found my roommate Judy through a service called the Roommate Connection. Luckily she and I became fast friends and she kindly took me to parties that her friends threw. Occasionally I met someone at a party that would lead to a first date.
One first date that sticks out in my memory went downhill faster than an Olympic skier.
His name was Joe and he was a PhD candidate at Harvard. Not a medical doctor, but an eventual doctor from Harvard nonetheless. So far my grandmothers would have had thumbs up.
We went to a casual restaurant and ordered our meals. And then Joe began to talk.