Last night I was with a young woman named Lily. She plays basketball and volleyball, and we learned that we like a lot of the same TV shows and both dream of going to Paris. Lily feels like a rare kid in the world of Middle School. I never had to ask her to do anything. She cleaned up after herself, did her homework, and even got herself to bed on time.
I knew it would be a little bit weird for her to have me there but I wanted to at least start off our time together with a good meal. I also wanted that meal to be simple because the point was not to impress her with fancy food but to have some quality time at the table.