I had met Emma a few weeks ago at a local munch. She was taking part in the speed dating as she had arrived in my hometown as a new grad student. I was having a beer and chatting about the NFL preseason with a few friends.
I made a mistake. My knee was hurting from a heavy squat day. I stepped back and grabbed a chair. I had inadvertently volunteered myself for the speed dating meet and greet.
She was cute; bright red hair down to her shoulders, green eyes and a smattering of freckles that highlighted a brilliant smile.
“Hi I’m Emma, I’m looking for a dom” She stuck her hand out and laughed at my confused look on my face as I was trying to process the conversation. I was ready to talk about how long Brady could be a legit MVP candidate not this cute, young woman’s need for a new dom. I gave her my hand and my name and explained that I just needed a chair and was not speed dating but I would talk for the next eight minutes to keep the event flowing.
We talked.