My friend Mia was relentless. She was dating Chris and kept insisting that his friend, Eric, was an absolute catch—a true gentleman who was polite, thoughtful, and entirely worth my time.
She was convinced he was everything I could hope for in a first date. After enough convincing, I finally agreed to a blind date. I went in with low expectations but a small spark of hope that maybe Mia was right for once.
The date itself seemed to prove Mia’s claims. It was a classic, charming evening. Eric was attentive and considerate. He arrived with a beautiful bouquet of roses, a sweet, old-fashioned gesture. He remembered the small details too: he pulled out my chair at the table and even gave me a tiny, personalized keychain with my initial. Conversation flowed effortlessly, covering everything from careers to travel experiences. There were no awkward pauses or forced laughs—rare for a first date.
