“So,” she said, “you’ve told me all about your job and what you do for a living, but you haven’t told me who you are.”
A work associate of Jason’s had given him Carrie’s phone number and urged him to call her. “She’s smart, attractive, and I can see the two of you really hitting it off,” he told Jason. Jason called her and she agreed to meet him for a cup of coffee.
Confused by her question, Jason looked across the table at Carrie, who was, as his friend had said, quite attractive. “I think I’ve told you a lot about who I am.”
“Not really,” she said, a warm smile gracing her face. “I want to know what makes you tick, what gets you up in the morning, what drives you, what moves you, what excites you, what it is that you’re passionate about.”
“I love my job,” Jason nervously responded. “My job is interesting and challenging. I really do get excited about getting up every day and going to work.”
“Okay,” Carrie said. “But other than your job, what gets your juices flowing? How do you like to spend your weekends?”
Her question made him realize that, outside of work, he didn’t do much. He spent most weekends at home, by himself, reading, watching TV, or going to a movie. Jason thought for a moment before answering, taking a slow, deliberate sip of coffee to give him some time to conjure up an answer.
“I have a blog,” he said. “And I’m really passionate about it.”
“Oh, that’s exciting,” Carrie said. “What’s your blog about?”
“My job, my work.”
Carrie looked at her watch and said, “Oh my, look at the time.” She stood up and reached out her hand. “It was very nice to meet you, Jason, but I just remembered that I have to be somewhere.”
Jason stood up and shook Carrie’s hand. “Can I call you again?”
“No, I don’t think so. But thanks for the cup of coffee,” she said as she walked toward the door.
“I’ve got to find my passion,” Jason said to himself.