Quick synopsis of my first match.com date:
We met at Starbucks. I ordered, and paid for, a cup of tea.
There was a brief, strained conversation, mostly about how little luck he was having on match.com.
I attempted other conversations, but they seemed to lead nowhere.
He spent his time checking his watch. Now, if he had a nice Swiss watch or some cool Inspector Gadget-type watch, I could see him checking it – but it was a pretty regular Swatch deal.
Similarly, if he had a job, I could see where he might have somewhere else he needed to be – but that wasn’t the issue either.
So, as I had somewhere I suddenly remembered I needed to be, I was off.
As I told my daughter…you will meet a lot of squash before you find the pumpkin.