I am optimistic to believe that it doesn’t matter if everyone is the same – what really counts is finding another person, in this cold and self-centered world, that thinks I am a unique snowflake, one of a kind, and interesting. Equally important is that I find the same in them.
Her name was Caroline. In the thirty seconds she spent setting up her booth next to mine I figured her out. After a quick introduction I placed the accent, from North Carolina. She dressed well, but too creative for a stuffy finance person, and to hip for a small town. Again, I was right, she lived in New York. Not married, kind of dating, college degree, and I am right three more times. When she tried to turn the tables on me, Irish, Catholic, New York, she could not have been more wrong (Scottish, Protestant, small suburbs.)
Don’t save the surprises, they set you apart.