I told this guy who wrote to me that I do not remember ever actually meeting him, even though he says we had a great conversation.
He wrote back. He was relentless, so I asked him to tell me a bit about himself. He wrote, among other things, “I'm the guy you want to date.”
It was such a direct response. And I like direct. Plus, he was going to be in Madison. That never happens.
Two days before the date, I checked him out on Facebook.
Then I wrote him an email. “You are way too young. I can't go out with you.”
He wrote back, “You should know more than anyone else that online identities are deceiving. And anyway, I'm older than you think.”
That was a good response.
So we agreed to meet at a diner. For coffee. I walk in, and right away I know who he is: The guy with the backpack.
We sit down.
I lean across the table, and in a low voice I ask, “How old are you?”
He says, “I knew you'd ask that.” He says, “Twenty-five.” Read more