“We should stop meeting like this.” Brown eyes said.
I smiled as I walked through the door. “Stop? I was just getting used to it.”
We walked into the coffee shop that was the neighborhood I was about to move into.
“You a coffee-girl or tea?”
“Tea. Herbal. No caffeine.”
“I’m a double caffeine man myself.” He smiled. “But tonight I’m thinking decaffeinated might work just fine.”
I almost blushed. What was it about his eyes? He had the ability to melt me with a simple look. That’s not so easy to do, but he seemed to have it down.
“So.” He said. “How close to this herbal-tea house are you going to live?”
“Round the corner. And you?”
“Three blocks away. That’s unless I feel like driving.”
“It will be great to live near such a cool place.”
“Yeah.” He said, looking around. “Cool if you like drinking hot stuff.”
I laughed and left him to order our tea while I searched for the bathroom. There was plenty of time before our tea was brewed. But, I hurried. I didn’t want to lose him in the shop. Oh. Man. What was he wearing?
As I returned to the counter my worst fear was realized. He wasn’t standing at the counter any more. Um. Where was he? Oh. No. Man. What did he look like, again? Brown eyes. Um. That wasn’t going to be enough of a clue for me to find him.
I had lost my visual memory from all the epileptic seizures I had endured over the years. Once I walked away, my brain would forget any face it wasn’t still looking at. I couldn’t hold any image for more than a few seconds. Great. What had he been wearing? What color was his jacket?
I walked slowly towards the counter, willing him to call out my name. Surely he would call me over to the table? Nope. No chance. I was on my own. Great.
I stood at the counter and pretended to look at the list of decaffeinated teas again. Where was he? OhmyGod. I hate dating anyone new. At some point I would divulge the fact that I suffer from a strange blindness that would keep me from finding him in a crowd. But I rarely tell my story on the second date.
I leaned into the girl at the counter and whispered. “Where’s the cute guy I walked in with?”
She scrunched up her face and whispered back. “You’re kidding, right?”
I slowed down my breathing and stared into her eyes. She pointed to a table roughly two feet from where we were standing. I slowly turned my head and waved to my confused date who was close enough to the whispering to hear all of it.
“So.” I said light heartedly, as I approached the table. “You’re hiding from me?”
He gave a confused laugh. “Here I thought I’d found us the perfect table.”
Leather jacket. Black pants. Brown hair, short. Kind of looked like one of my brothers. Holding a large cup of tea. Ok. I wouldn’t lose him again.
After several stories and tea sipping we headed for the shmancy fish restaurant down the street. Now it was his turn to find a bathroom while I sat on a bench.
I read through the menu while I waited for him. I saw him approaching. Leather coat. Brown hair. Black pants. I smiled as he sat down next to me.
“Been waiting long?” He asked.
“Um. No.” I said, slowly. Was that his voice?
“Well. We have. We’ve been here for half an hour and they keep putting us off. Why don’t you come with us over to the Asian Grill?”
OhmyGod. Wrong leather coat? I looked around and saw my date watching me closely.
I turned to the man sitting next to me on the bench. “No. Thanks. We think we have a good chance of making it in, here. We’re going to wait it out.”
He nodded his head as he stood. “Didn’t mean to cut in on anything…”
I bit my lip. Bad move, on my part. Bad, bad move. He’s going to think I’m on the make. Bad, bad move.
Our table was called moments later.
“How’d you get us a table so fast?” Ok. I was impressed.
“Figured I might lose you in the crowd, so I took drastic measures.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip again. “Sorry about that.”
We sat next to the window and watched the people walk down the street. I laughed as a little boy jumped into a puddle, soaking his mother and father in his excitement.
Brown eyes was watching me closely. “Ok.” He said slowly. “So. You can see.”
“Yes.” I said, slowly. “I can see.”
“And you can read a menu.” He continued.
“But you can’t see me? Or is it all men?”
I laughed and laughed. “Well. Nobody has ever put it to me that way before.” I laughed harder. “And nobody has ever noticed. I’ve always been able to hide it.”
“Well. You’re slacking on the hiding department.” He said, sourly. “That guy who sat next to you was balding. I have a full head of hair.”
I nodded. “Yes, you do. But. You were both wearing a leather jacket and you both have dark hair. That’s a pretty good start for me, when we’ve just met.”
He rested his head in his chin. “You have to memorize people by their clothes?”
I laughed. “Yes. I don’t have a visual memory. I can’t remember faces, or clothes or anything. But. I can memorize a list of what clothes you are wearing to find you.”
“That won’t be necessary.” He said, with a wave of his hand.
My face fell. No more smile. Ok. Well. It was bound to happen. A man who didn’t want to deal with my little game of not remembering what he looked like. A man who would rather date a woman who could spot him in a crowd. I couldn’t blame him. There are so many women out there, why date one with a disability? “I understand.” I said, reaching for my purse.”
He ignored my retreat. “You won’t have to memorize what I’m wearing or what I look like.” he started “because now that I know, I won’t step away from you again.”