Blind Date
A man and a woman
“Que Sera,Sera,“ he was singing in tune with Doris Day while arranging his favourite navy blue cravat: the pattern of small anchors always put a warm gentle smile on his face as it was the symbol of two the most important things in his life – the family and the sea. Satisfied, he looked into the mirror for the final check, ”Ready.”
That Sunday, like many others, his Jaguar headed North-West but this time the purpose of visiting Scotland was different. The last leg of the journey, the narrow road, took him straight to the doors of the hotel restaurant. He had booked the best table in the room - at the window with the open vista of the large bay. They could see his “Nitebird”, a 37 foot yacht lying in the middle of it if…
His advertisement at the dating agency read simply and straightforwardly, “A nice man is looking for a nice woman.” Internet and agency were, in fact, the last on his list of options in search of a woman who could become his partner and friend. His wife died three yeas ago when he was only sixty two. He immersed himself into work: successful lawyer - he was headhunted. Now, retired, he felt very uncomfortable and lonely living on his own in a four bedroom house. Friends and relatives could not fill the gap. His only son lived in New Zealand. He desperately needed somebody to share his hobbies and thoughts. He had had a couple of encounters which after a while would turn into affaires just “to shake the stress off.” Interestingly, that more and more often he would catch himself remembering his first girlfriend who had eventually chosen to join hippies – the style of life which in no way could have become his path, not at least, at that period of time when he was studying towards A levels exams. Together they never stopped inventing things – even their language had plethora of words which belonged only to them and nobody else.
