We were both stuck. He, naivety shining from his eyes, trying to smile through a particularly hairy conversation. Me, trying to mask my expressive face, and line up words that weren’t – well, wildly disrespectful.
As we both sat there in the restaurant, large, theatrical, black question marks seemed to spring from our table as we both tried to process the contents of our discussion.
I looked across at my date, and despite my desire to remain level-headed, disappointment and disdain were dripping from my words; I finally went with: “I just, I’m sorry, but I think I’m a little shocked, I didn’t expect you to be so unaware, especially as you are so well travelled.”