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During my senior year, even though Amy Meissner was nominally my girlfriend, I was still stuck on Friday and Saturday nights with nothing to do.  My mother took pity on me and attempted to fix me up with the daughters of people she knew. 

Just before Christmas during my senior year, my brother was home from college and was taking his girlfriend at the time out to a fancy restaurant.  He invited me to go along but I was required to bring a date.  My mother told me that she knew a woman who had twin daughters who were a bit younger than me and she could arrange for me to take one of them.  She gave me a choice. 

Their names were Hester and Esther.  She told me that Hester was outgoing, maybe even a tad wild and Esther was quiet and more thoughtful.  Since I was still somewhat shy and hadn’t really been on a blind date before, I told my Mother that Esther, the quieter one, sounded like it would be less embarrassing so she set it up.

We drove over to pick up our dates and when Esther came out, I was pleased to see that she was rather pretty and just the right height.  She had light hair, almost blonde and it was cut in a bob, very attractive.  She said “hello” and got in the car.  Little did I know that that “hello” was one of only nine words I was to get from her that evening.

As we drove to the restaurant, I did my best to chat with her.  I told her about my activities, asked her questions about hers.  Most of the time, I think she was pretending to ignore me.  I got one “yes” and one “no” from her.  Mostly she stared out the window.

When we got to the restaurant and it was time to order, I was certain that she would be forced to speak words.  I was wrong.  When the waiter came around to us, she said to me “you first.”  I ordered a steak, potato and salad.  Now she had to speak!  When the waiter quizzed her again, she said “the same.”  Foiled again.

The evening went downhill from there but she did honor me with a “good night.”  That was it.  Final count: 9 words.  What a nightmare!

As it turns out, she had just gotten braces and was totally embarrassed having them.  That was why she chose not to speak.  Lucky me.

I have had over 30 years to mull over this incident and now I am thinking I should have picked the outgoing, wild one.  Do you think that maybe you could track down Hester this time and invite her to your show?  Thank you