In a groundbreaking development that will shock absolutely no one who has ever been on a blind date, two perfectly nice people met for dinner in London, enjoyed each other's company, and concluded that they might, possibly, grab a coffee sometime. Mike, a Cambridge resident, and Caterina, a Londoner, dined at Tagine & Grill at the Sun and 13 Cantons, and the evening was, by all accounts, a smashing success - if by 'success' you mean 'no romance, but at least the conversation didn't dry up.'

Mike, apparently the human equivalent of a well-organized spreadsheet, arrived hoping for 'good company, nice food, and an interesting evening.' He got all three, which is more than most of us can say for a Tuesday night. Caterina, meanwhile, was hoping to meet 'someone special' and instead got a guy who pours water into your glass when it's empty. Truly, the bar for 'special' has never been higher.

The conversation covered the joys of being an aunt or uncle (a topic so thrilling it surely kept the wine flowing), the glamorous world of freelancing, jury duty for a newly minted British citizen, favourite cuisines, past and future travels, Harry Potter, and - because no evening is complete without it - politics. Caterina noted she felt she was leading the conversation most of the time, but Mike was too busy being 'warm, confident, and easy to talk to' to notice.

There were no awkward moments, or at least none that anyone remembers, which either means the evening was seamless or the malbec did its job. Mike, ever the gentleman, escorted Caterina on a stroll around Soho and Covent Garden - because nothing says 'romance' like showing a Londoner the tourist traps - until he had to dash for the last train back to Cambridge at midnight. The evening ended with a farewell hug, not a kiss, which will surely disappoint anyone who clicked on this article hoping for scandal.

In the 'would you meet again?' department, the answers are as tepid as lukewarm tea: Mike would be open to a coffee when he's in London, and Caterina would like to grab one 'as friends.' Mike gave the evening a 9.5 out of 10, noting it was 'hard to fault a thoroughly enjoyable evening just because it wasn't heading toward romance.' Caterina, ever the pragmatist, would change 'nothing major' - maybe just a slightly quieter spot to chat, because apparently the buzz of Soho was too much for her delicate sensibilities.

So, there you have it: another blind date that didn't end in love, but did end with two people who might, someday, share a latte. The Guardian's blind date column continues its proud tradition of pairing up people who are nice enough to make you believe in humanity, but not quite nice enough to make you believe in love.