It was a blind date, set up by an old friend In Manitoba, knowing I had just moved to Ottawa, and might be lonely. I was also shy and avoided the phone calls, which my francophone roommate fielded, and convinced me to reply to. My 1st warning flag should have been that he translated his name into French for my roommate- yikes! 2nd warning signal- he would meet me at the Poetry reading and book launch I suggested wearing a BROWN SUIT! I found him with his face in the hors d'oeuvres. He crunched ice cubes throughout the reading, loudly jangling his glass in the hall where food and drink were not allowed. Long story short, his visual impairment made him an actually blind date. This was never stated, but revealed itself through behavior that made it clear to me that he thought he was actually invisible. I escaped on my bike, as he tried to set up a cycling excursion together... as long as we traveled really slowly, he assured me he could use a bicycle...