I made my way inside and found her immediately. I’d probably be able to go on a run with my neighbor for the first time in a month. She would eventually sign my consent form and I’d be home before 5:00PM on weeknight, which was unusual for me, but not unpleasant. She would be confused and maybe a little upset. I would ask her my questions and she would be confused, but amicable because people are generally polite and will choose the path of least resistance when they encounter something out of the ordinary.ĥ. It would be awkward and stilted, as was expected from a first meeting.Ĥ. But many wanted the tweed jacket and beard and didn’t let go of that expectation just because I had bigger biceps.ģ. I was younger and fitter than he was and women were generally pleased about this. Merek were pleasantly surprised by my appearance. His eyes were gray and mine were brown.Ģ. I knew what to expect from this encounter:ġ. I had been on ten of these ‘dates’ and I’d read dozens of sets of notes from Dr. I had seen literally hundreds of profiles exactly like hers. She liked cooking, Audrey Hepburn movies, and spending time with her friends. Early thirties, an award-winning journalist, never married, but one serious relationship that had ended some time ago. She fit the profile for the study precisely. He has children after all, he should be taking better care of himself.īut that is how I ended up outside a cafe that could only be described as “trendy” with a profile for Marie Harris open on my phone.
He should be taking vitamins and eating kale. Merek had asked me to go in his place was actually a very good indicator that he was quite ill, but I still resented him for it. We had both decided that it was best for the data I did not continue. I had done my fair share of deception study dates in the beginning of our research. I’d tried to convince him that he was making a bigger deal out of it than it actually was because he had a deception study date this afternoon and he wanted me to go in his place. He’d come into the office this morning with a slight fever and what he’d described as “a tickle in his throat.” By eleven he’d progressed to a racking cough and chills.
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