Blind Date

“I'm just so glad,” she said, stroking his face, “to be with someone and know that my looks aren't a factor.”

He grinned. His sunglasses off, it was obvious that his eyes couldn't focus. “If I'm being totally honest, I'm still wondering how I should imagine you.” He reached a hand out, placing it on her shoulder, and tried to run it up to her face to feel the features there.

She gently pushed it away. “I'm nervous,” she said.

“You shouldn't be,” he said. “It's hard enough finding a woman who's understanding about what it means to be with a blind man, let alone someone as interesting as you. Whatever you're scared of, it can't be enough to give us trouble.”

Still she hesitated. “I'm not so sure sure about that...” She chewed her lip thoughtfully while the snakes on her head swayed.