This happened a few years ago...
We exchanged a few emails after meeting on Match.com and decided we had enough in common to make it worth an in person meeting for coffee. When I got to Starbucks, the only person inside was a short (maybe 5' 6"), thin (maybe 130lbs.) and possibly gay man (not there's anything wrong with being gay, just wasn't sure why he was looking for a woman). Surely this could not be the 5' 10" car buff and self-proclaimed handyman who promised to sweep me off my feet. Alas, it was!! He was already sipping on his coffee, so I spouted off my bourgeois order, "grande, non-fat, toffee nut latte with whipped cream," and stood by while the barista prepared my tasty elixir. He sashayed up to the counter and introduced himself, then led me back to his table. Our conversation was enlightening: he was unemployed, lived with his brother's ex-wife and wasn't sure where he'd be living in a month. He asked me if he was what I was expecting. I skirted the question. I told him it was hard to know exactly what to expect, but he pressed me for an answer. I told him that I would be happy to answer him honestly, but that he'd need to take a minute to figure out if he really wanted to hear the answer. He opted not to. The place was getting packed. These two women in sunhats and and sundresses walked in and he nudged me and asked, "Don't you just love her beach hat?" On that note, I thanked him for meeting me and excused myself.
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We exchanged a few emails after meeting on Match.com and decided we had enough in common to make it worth an in person meeting for coffee. When I got to Starbucks, the only person inside was a short (maybe 5' 6"), thin (maybe 130lbs.) and possibly gay man (not there's anything wrong with being gay, just wasn't sure why he was looking for a woman). Surely this could not be the 5' 10" car buff and self-proclaimed handyman who promised to sweep me off my feet. Alas, it was!! He was already sipping on his coffee, so I spouted off my bourgeois order, "grande, non-fat, toffee nut latte with whipped cream," and stood by while the barista prepared my tasty elixir. He sashayed up to the counter and introduced himself, then led me back to his table. Our conversation was enlightening: he was unemployed, lived with his brother's ex-wife and wasn't sure where he'd be living in a month. He asked me if he was what I was expecting. I skirted the question. I told him it was hard to know exactly what to expect, but he pressed me for an answer. I told him that I would be happy to answer him honestly, but that he'd need to take a minute to figure out if he really wanted to hear the answer. He opted not to. The place was getting packed. These two women in sunhats and and sundresses walked in and he nudged me and asked, "Don't you just love her beach hat?" On that note, I thanked him for meeting me and excused myself.
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