William. Although something tells me that is not his real name.
“How would you feel about your daughter being on here, William?” I asked him, referring to the website that brought us together.
He was a tough one, this seasoned patent attorney who sat across from me in a cute Italian restaurant in the La Jolla area of San Diego, but he couldn’t get anything past me. That question seemed to have the same effect as me pulling a gun out of my bra and aiming it at his temple. But you wouldn’t have noticed, not unless you were really watching, really paying attention. There it was, the quick quiver of his lip, the color in his face, the ever so slight change in expression, all there and then gone in a flash. He was not expecting a question like that, although it was on topic. I could tell he was just slightly perturbed – even after regaining control over his facial expressions.
“Oh well that would be none of my business. Just none of my business.”
He tried to play it cool. Tried to play it off and approach the question from a nonemotional, totally logical standpoint. After all we were in the middle of quite a long conversation of morals ethics judgments and social norms. It was not meant to put him on the spot, or make him feel uneasy. It was a relevant question, and a genuine question. And what can I say, I was curious. But all he kept on repeating was the same line he outputted the first time I asked.
“What else can I say. That would just be none of my business.”
“Well then, that is very progressive of you, William. Not bad for a 45 year old man like yourself.”
“45? is that what I put on there?” He said with a smirk.
“Oh, well I lied.”
“Oh, Well… I lied too,” I offered. “And I won’t say about what.”
He looked at me for a few moments, smiled and took another bite of his pasta something or other.
After dinner he walked me to my car and as he handed me my to go box of leftover bucatini alla Sorrentina, he took my hand in his and with a smile said, “Goodnight Tiffany. It was truly a pleasure.”