Stood Up and Asked for a Date

I was scheduled to have lunch today with a potentially useful job contact. We had emailed, but had never met. We fixed a time and place, and I googled a photo to find the person. The kids were with the babysitter and all was well until I couldn't find the person at the restaurant. Contrary to what I had expected, he hadn't reserved a table on his name. So I waited. And waited. I asked every single single man at the restaurant whether they were Dr. X. I tried calling. I ate my lunch. I read half of the Economist. It was sunny and I was on the terrace. A nice, albeit not very useful lunch. On the expensive side, if I add up my lunch and three hours of babysitting to cover the meeting and travels. All a misunderstanding in the end on his side, we rescheduled to talk next week. The price of being a working parent. It's not the first time I go through logistical challenges and pay for childcare just to be rescheduled or forgotten. But something was different this time. One of the men I had approached came over to me when leaving the restaurant. He was slightly older, but nice looking, wearing a good suit. He handed me a note with his phone number and suggestion to go for coffee. Just what I needed, right? ;)