He was outside her desired age range. She professed to like bookstores, and was looking for a guy who lived below 14th Street. He convinced her that he was relatively immature, and so they arranged to meet on a Friday night in March 2015 at a now-defunct place called Bahr Che, near Astor Place. Neither walked in with particularly high expectations, but soon it was pretty obvious that this was a great Match date. (There's a line from a Harold Pinter poem that goes, "It was the breath we took when we first met. Listen. It is here.") On an early day-date, they did go to an actual bookstore and bought Jewish Pirates of the Caribbean. A couple of months later he took her out of town so she could avoid big-birthday mishegas, and two years after that they returned to the same spot and there were birthday pancakes and an engagement ring.