Finally he asked for a date! We went to the library—a safe place to get to know each other, sat at a heavy oak table, chairs close together then opened our books as if to study. He began staring, leaning too close and looking through my coke-bottle glasses said Don’t ever marry anyone who is nearsighted. I stiffened my back, glared with myopic vision through the evidence of my inferiority…. When he called for another date I pinched my nose and moaned “Tho thorry, I’m having a thinuth attack” and hung up the phone!