He blows his nose onto his cloth restaurant napkin... digging deeply with his finger into each nostril and then blowing hard, sounding like a fog horn.
I lift up my shoulders in a cower and bend forward and want to tell him, Can you maybe do that after dinner or can you walk away from the dinner table and maybe use a Kleenex instead?
He does one more wipe around his nose and says, So what's a great girl like you still single? Why hasn't a guy captured you up already!
And I want to tell him, Well, I wouldn't be captured by you, because whenever I see you blow your nose at the dinner table, I want to turn my eyes away in fear of dry-heaving.
But. I don't.
Instead I just feel kind of embarrassed about being myself.
And he keeps on digging and blowing his nose and says, That’s so weird that you are single....
And I silently sit there across from him, as I focus on his fingers indenting into the cloth napkin rubbing up against his nose while he blows even harder.