We’re on our first date. When I woke up this morning I honestly thought she’d cancel, made myself believe it, leaving no room for surprise if that’d come to be the case. Maybe her cat died, either I or my roommate Roger would say. However, she followed through, and her and I are having lunch. Her personal dietary restrictions keep her from enjoying much of which I generally prefer to have for lunch. Still, she says I made the right choice, took her to the right place, one she says she’s been fond of since she started frequenting Manhattan for work. Over lunch we relate thoroughly by coming to the conclusion that perhaps we’re both buffer people, guides of sorts, for those in our…