Women Live in the City, Men are from Mars….
The date had gone well so far, in spite of the fact that it was supposed to be a double date, and somehow I missed that message and had not invited Emily, so it was me with the two guys, drinking a light chardonnay and eating Moroccan food. Communication had been a challenge for us. Somehow we were always misunderstanding what the other had said.
“Did you see on the news about the city lights?” he said.
“No, I didn’t. What about the city lights? Did something happen?” I mentally combed the last couple of days of headlines, not remembering anything about the city lights.
“You know, the city lights. The pictures. The mission.”
The Mission? Was something taking place in the Mission? A new art installation perhaps? With lights? I thought. No, I hadn’t heard anything about it. “What’s going on in the Mission?” I probed.
“The mission, the spaceship. The new pictures. From the city lights.”
I stared at him, completely lost. Then I got it.
“Satellites? Are you talking about the Mars mission and the pictures?” I inquired.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Exactly what I said. The city lights.”