I wanted to thank you for all the effort you've been putting into what you're doing for me. Not everyone would do it. I suspect if the roles were reversed, I might have suggested that you act your age and accepted the fact that not everyone can have their special someone, no matter how dearly they hope they could. I suppose this means you're a better friend than I am.
I think you know by now that Dora didn't want me anymore. At first, I thought it was just me, that she was too young and the relationship too strange. I'd felt no attraction to her at all except for the fact that she loved me. The first date was atrocious and I found myself avoiding her. It was too awkward, and she had expectations I couldn't fill. I couldn't be the man she wanted me to be. With this luggage, I asked her for another date, before the blind dates began. She refused me. I understand why she did, now.
Not everyone has their special someone. Not everyone can have that person. For some people, that person simply doesn't exist. Perhaps they're simply not here. After all, almost everyone here has been my student or is part of my son's generation.
Or perhaps, he's simply not ready to date the likes of me.
I'll of course go on the other date you have prepared for me, if you think it worthwhile. But there's really no need to look anymore. On some level, I think I might have made my peace. On the other hand, I suspect I'll never stop looking for him. Waiting.
We'll see, won't we?
Thanks again, Sirius. You're the best mate a man could ever have.