Dear Sara: I’m in Seattle and dating here is brutal.I’m 41, educated, funny, fairly attractive, and kind/courteous. Here’s the problem: I was almost killed in a car wreck two years ago and my ankles and feet were crushed, every single bone, as well as others in my legs and arm.“She smiled at me, and the chill I’d carried in with me instantly vanished.” They exchanged flirtatious glances all through dinner, seated too far apart for actual conversation.Finally, dessert was done, and Stephen began gathering the nerve to approach her.
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Stephen remembers vividly the first time he saw Marietta.
He was late for a dinner party one stormy evening in February.
There were also tip sheets that advised the approximately 15 juice-sipping and cookie-nibbling daters in attendance that "this is not the time to talk about your problems" and that they should show an interest in the people they meet, but not subject them to the third degree.
And the MCs prepared participants for disappointment, saying the evening was a valuable exercise in social interaction even if it doesn't lead to long-lasting love.