The glasses

For fifteen years John sat with couples a few weeks before their wedding and put something like this to them: nothing about this person has ever really bothered you. And they would agree. Warmly, and completely.

Four minutes later, without being asked, one of them would mention the lip-smacking. Or that she talks at exactly theatre volume, in the theatre. Or that one friend, who is a menace.

He never corrected anybody. He laughed, because both halves were true at once, and because it is one of the more likeable things people do.

This is that, for one person, before there is anybody to be wrong about. It takes a couple of minutes. There is no score, no type and no result — there is nothing here that could measure you — and nothing you type leaves this page.