It was sometime in 2004 when my mom approached me with yet another 'bio-data'. 'Here we go again', I thought.
Sharky was from LA and worked in something fashion-related. We decided to meet at Tim Horton's for coffee and when I showed up, he was definitely much better dressed than I was. I suppose that wasn't really hard to do considering I was wearing jeans and a (fitted) fleece top...it was Tim's!! But, he had no idea what Timmy's was all about, so I didn't blame the guy. We exchanged the usuals over a hot chocolate - where are you from, where did you grow up, what do you do, what do you like to do for fun, etc, after which he suggested that we could go for a drive.
Now, there isn't much to see in my town, so a drive was probably not a great idea and I should have realized that. But, what the heck. A drive is what he wanted, and drive is what he got.
As we drove down one of the quieter streets that is lined with mansions, we were talking about our interests and beliefs. He told me about how he loved being fashionable and it was the industry that he worked in. He explained, for example, that his pants were of a particular high-end brand and were really expensive, as were his shoes that were made out of genuine shark skin. He liked classy things and it showed. He explained that he followed a particular yoga master, who was his yogi. He loved yoga and strongly believed in auras.
"Are you a vegetarian?", I asked.
"Yes".
"But, do you eat eggs?", I continued.
"Oh, no...it messes with my aura. I like to keep things in balance", he replied.
Confused by his answer and sure that I didn't want to go on a second date with him, I asked, "Well, if eating eggs mess with your aura, how does your aura cope with you wearing shoes made from the skin of a dead shark?"
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