A woman is walking through the park when she sees an attractive man sitting on a bench. He’s reading a book and eating fruit. Slowly, the woman gathers courage to go ask him out. She walks over, takes a seat next to him, and says, “Sorry to bother you. I know this may be a little forward, but I would love to have a coffee with you some time.”

Flattered, the man responds, “Sure,  but what makes you so certain you and I would get along?”

“A couple things, actually. I noticed you were wearing a Rolling Stones t-shirt. They’re my favourite band of all time. When they went on their Licks Tour, my parents took me to see them in Sydney. I was 12 years old and it was the first concert I ever went to. I absolutely love them, especially Mick Jagger.”

The man can’t believe it.

“I saw them play in Sydney too … at the Super Dome! First concert I ever went to on my own. My best friend Mike and I told our parents we were sleeping at each other’s houses, snuck out, took a bus into the city and saw them play at the Sydney Cricket Ground!”

Naturally, they’re both shocked.

“If that isn’t weird enough,” says the woman. “I noticed you’re reading Bryce Courteney. I got my bachelor of media and communications degree at Sydney university and I actually wrote my thesis on him. He’s my favourite author.”

Now the man is really taken aback, “Get out of here! I got my post grad degree in digital media at Sydney university! I specialised in 20th century Australian literature and this is like my fourth or fifth time reading The Power of One.”

They both can’t believe it. This has got to be a match made in heaven.

“Ok.” the woman says. “Well, listen to this because here’s the icing on the cake. I noticed you’re eating a prune. Prunes are my absolute favourite fruit. When I was a kid, my grandfather lived on a farm in country NSW. He had an orchard and mainly grew apples and some lemons, but he knew how much my sister and I loved prunes, so he kept a couple of plum trees. Every year at the end of the summer, we’d go up and harvest the plums with him. He’d dry them and by the time we’d go back to his place for Christmas he’d always have those prunes saved just for us. I love prunes, you’re eating a prune, this has got to be fate. What do you say?”

The man puts down his fruit and responds, “It’s a date!”

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