Meeting an attractive teacher of the blind

I'm sitting in a stadium with my parents. There's no game or concert going on, it's just stadium seating - there's a wall in front of the first row. I see a blond girl I'm attracted to and I think about approaching her. I see a second extremely attractive blond and figure my chances are better that the first blond will like me.

A man in his sixties invites me to come sit with him in the first row. I walk down the steps and sit at a table - he is the extremely attractive blond's father. After a bit of chit-chat, he gets up and leaves so his daughter and I can talk alone. I'm surprised, happy and comfortable that she seems to find me as attractive as I find her.

She teaches blind people and has some teaching materials with her. I remark that it must be very hard to learn Braille, especially for sighted people. She responds that everyone already knows Braille, we just have to remember we know it. She places my finger on a Braille letter and says reading my first Braille word will be amazing - I'll laugh and remember the experience forever.

We are walking with her little sister and father. Her father is some sort of academic and has a cart of boxes and folders of papers his daughters are pushing for him. I offer to push it. I find it very light and realize it would be easier for me just to carry everything, so I pick it up. There is a folder of papers that turns upside down and several sheets fall out. The younger sister and I try to recover them as they blow into an intersection with a stoplight that switches from stop to go very quickly. I'm frustrated that the younger sister seems to be haphazardly picking up papers instead of methodically letting me pick up one group and her picking up a separate group further away.