Centuries from now, scientists may point to this as the moment in time when the pickiness gene became dominant. In the end, it will come down to one really old, lonely guy and his list.
"She must have blue eyes. She should like animals, but not in a weird way. No thin lips. No lawyers," he'll be writing, just before he keels over and the human race comes to an end.
Sometimes a little thing stands for many bigger things.
Nonetheless, it's good, on this Valentine's Day, that my post-adolescent bias so many years ago against sweet sherry and corporate shoeshines didn't disqualify Sr. Dilys from the field. We'd have missed a lot more than fino and bare feet. Bare feet? We still indulge bare feet. Bloggers' privilege.
Update: geeks in love.