Sitting at a cafe, I fixed my collar and nervously checked my watch, wondering whether she was coming. I wondered whether I made a fool of myself. I ruminated over why it wouldn’t be the first time. I hung around for an hour, eavesdropping on patrons lying to internet dates about their summer conquests, and wondered why I even wanted anything to do with dating at all.
A woman matching her dating profile with long, dark hair entered and approached my table. She apologized for being late. I told her I was sorry, but I had to go. Your place or mine? she wanted to know.
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