BEST PLACE TO MEET SINGLE MEN (STRAIGHT) Minneapolis 2001 - Borders
Once upon a time, a twentysomething Minneapolitan female who was considering a more rigorous study of the Japanese language gathered up an array of textbooks and planted herself at a little table inside this alcove of bookshelves. Preoccupied in a reverie of katakana characters and seemingly backward sentence structures, she was somewhat amazed when, in the span of ten minutes, she was approached by two different men, both of whom had spent some time living in Japan teaching English. Intrigued by this turn of events, our heroine struck up a conversation with the second gentleman, who was in the process of relocating to Minneapolis after many years abroad. "I'm learning Japanese," she told him, taking the opportunity to pose several questions about the language that no one else had been able to answer. As they talked, he offered illumination, pulling a number of other books off the shelf for her to peruse. Forty-five minutes later, the two went their separate ways--but not before making a date to meet again. The moral of our story? A shared interest, the more obscure the better, can create surprising dating opportunities. But beware: You could find yourself with an overwhelming transcontinental phone bill.