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The waitress came over and made a few recommendations. We ordered a drink and Martin told me that he was a lightweight, something I’d never heard a man admit on a date (or ever).

However, I wanted to be open-minded and meet the man behind the hype.

Okay, I admit that I also had a fantasy of being the manic pixie dream girl who helped him turn his life around.

I was skeptical that he could guarantee that, but also wasn’t sure that he couldn’t.

Martin talked about his family (his parents were janitors and refuse to move from the home he grew up in); the foundation he set up (his sister runs it); and the housing he procured for a homeless woman in Boston.

I know he’s a multimillionaire, but I thought we were on the same page about this tea.

He asked if I wanted a cup, and I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. I thought of all the good I could do with that money — donating it to charity, buying a new winter coat, buying myself 20 Venti iced soy vanilla chai lattes.

Outside the restaurant, we exchanged an uncomfortable greeting that was somewhere between an overzealous handshake and a halfhearted hug and headed inside. We talked about our days; he’d had an interview for Vanity Fair that afternoon and said he had mentioned me. ” He wasn’t being a jerk; it was more of an “I’m stressed because my date doesn’t put raw fish in her mouth” kind of comment.


 
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