I was not having a good evening. My best friend, Jill, had set me up on a blind date with her cousin Hudson. He was a nice looking guy--6 foot 4, athletic build, with blond hair and blue eyes--and he had a very engaging personality. However, his choice of restaurant left a lot to be desired.
Some people might enjoy the idea of dining in an Italian restaurant located at the bottom of the ocean, but not this woman. I have a deep-seated fear of being underwater, which stems from nearly drowning in a swimming pool at age three. I had spent most of the evening on the verge of a panic attack.
As I left the table to visit the ladies room, mentally willing myself not to lose my dinner, I ran straight into a rather exotic-looking young woman.
"Excuse me, " I stammered. "I'm not feeling well, and I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?"
"Yes, thank you," she purred, her accent one I couldn't place. "And because you reacted so kindly, I have a gift for you--any three wishes you make this evening will be granted. The only rules are that I can not bring someone back to life, and I can not make someone fall in love with you."