Mr. Esoteric has looked through my pictures, and found one of me giving a lecture at a local historical society. He asks, which one? and mentions he’s on the board of an area historical society.
This seems like a promising start, so I check his profile, and discover we have similar tastes. I reply with the information, and compliment his taste in poetry. I’m a big fan of T.S. Eliot too, I tell him.
He replies, a few minutes later, with a bit more historical society information, but quickly moves on to music, complimenting my taste there. He enjoys 80’s bands with cult followings, too.
He isn’t, however, a fan of one of my favorite TV shows, The Sopranos. I had to beg off the Sopranos in the episode where Janice had a gun at her head during sex, he says. That was a bit much for me.
I see his point, and have a sudden visual of the scene in question. There were many scenes in that show that might make a person uncomfortable; singling that particular one out makes me uncomfortable.
I tell him: I remember that scene. I kind of feel that way about Game of Thrones – I have to avert my eyes quite a bit. Still weirdly addictive, though. Then I change the subject, and ask him what he does for a living, since all he’s said in his profile is that he works in technology.
He replies: I haven’t seen Games of Thrones but I hear there’s a lot of rapes and murders in there which must be quite addictive as it’s a very popular show. Then he says he’s a freelance web developer and asks if my company is hiring.
He also mentions, in response to a comment I make about Ingmar Bergman movies, that he’s worn nightshirts every night since he saw Fanny & Alexander in the early 1980s.
I wonder how I’m supposed to reply to all this – with a job offer or perhaps an offer of Too Much Information. I attempt to change the subject again, but I’m running out of interest, and so is he, because he doesn’t reply again that evening.