I eat my grilled chicken and shrimp with great appetite, as he works on his grilled salmon slowly. I make small conversations and he nods his head in agreement without saying much. At the end of the meal he glances at my plate. The vegetable is almost untouched. I blush. "So you never developed a taste for broccoli either?" he asks. "No," I let out a sigh of relief. "Me neither!" he says and I spot the veggies left on his plate. We both smile.
And that's the most you can find in common on a blind date.