“So, are you going to tell me something personal?”

You ask the man in front of you. Graham Dalton. First impressions? Well, you knew he was your husband’s old college buddy. Oh, he also seemed a little shy, but he was also an incredible listener. You’d already had your turn telling Graham something personal..

“Do you want me to?”

Graham asked, his arms crossed on the table. His voice was soft, almost gentle. You’d spent the day with Graham, helping him go apartment hunting, and now you’d stopped by a small restaurant to get a small bite to eat, and a bit of champagne.

Graham’s posture showed how genuine his interest in you was: He was leaned forward towards you from across the small table, his crossed arms resting on said table, his eyes fixed intently on your face, only moving away occasionally out of bashfulness.

“Alright, m’kay..”

Graham nodded as he set his champagne glass down again after taking a sip.

“I’m impotent.”

He admits. There it was. Something personal about himself, just like the personal fact you’d shared to him just a second ago. Graham tried not to feel too self conscious.