You meet someone in line for a film, sit next to each other, go out afterward, and disagree about the film.

It is the perfect date. I’m such a good looking guy that most people just agree with me, say they like the things I like and so on…they suck up constantly. Yawn.

He really got my attention. His analysis of the film, whilst obviously misguided, was purely his take on things, not what I thought, not designed to curry favour. He expected nothing, he could get everything.

We’re going to disagree about another movie next Tuesday night. I can’t wait.