He was going on a date. He didn’t want to late.
His mother had always stressed to him the importance of punctuality.
What surprised him was the willingness of Sally Parsons to go out with him. She was short and athletic and unbelievably attractive. He, on the other hand, was tall and gangly.
He was determined to make his best effort with this date. He went out and bought new clothes, polished his shoes and booked a table at the Theatre Restaurant.
He was working on the notion that clothes maketh the man, but at the same time, he knew a girl like Sally Parsons would expect more than his new shirt and chinos.
Inside he felt good, he knew he looked the best he could, but he hoped Sally would look beyond his physical appearance and see inside the man he believed he was.
He was a kind and generous man, he supported a few local charities, worked on the Church working bees and knew he was a good listener.
Sally Parsons had acquired the reputation of a girl who was worldly, and he worried about that as he didn’t see himself in that sort of light.
They met outside the Restaurant and their night went very well.
After they sat in his car outside her house and talked. It was a chat of any great depth, but Sally said to him:
“Thanks for a wonderful night, I’ve had a good time. You’re a lovely man, and I like that you let me be myself, I didn’t feel I needed to impress you, and I liked that you were giving me the same feelings about yourself.”
He blushed at the compliment and replied: “There was little point in being anything than myself. I wouldn’t be able to sustain the pretence so what you see is what you get.”
She said she had to go as she had a job to get to in the morning but reaching across the seats she kissed him on the cheek and said: “I like what I see.”