Katherine Blue was on her way to her first blind.  It had been arranged by courtesy of her friend, Denise Harriott.  The mystery man was awaiting her inside an Art museum and when she finally arrived outside it, she paused for a moment, straightened her scarlet dress and took a deep breath then made her way in.

      “I don’t know how I was ever talked into this, but if it all goes wrong, I’ll never take Denise’s advice again.”

     As Katherine made her way in, she looked around the museum.  The place seemed abandoned. 

     “Where on earth is everyone?”  She had come quite a long way.  It had taken her over an hour to reach here and she was adamant to get the suspense out of her system.  Katherine walked through the museum halls hoping to spot her blind date and then she suddenly stopped.

     “This is so silly.  I’m on a blind date so who am I searching for?  I  don’t even know how he looks!”

     Suddenly, she spotted an elderly gentleman peering at a bust of Socrates.  She decided to ask him.

     “Excuse me, but…” 

     “Isn’t it a beauty?”  He said, cutting her sentence.

     “I’m sorry?”  Replied Katherine, bewildered.

       “The artist has succeeded in capturing the soul of Socrates in this masterpiece.  Come closer and see for yourself.  Look how he has etched out the lines of wisdom on his forehead and cheek bones; and those eyes.  I have never seen such real eyes.  It’s as though the bust is a reflection of the very man himself!”