What could go wrong on a coffee date? After “Denver” contacted me on a dating website, and it seemed we had quite a bit in common with both being teachers and a few similar interests, we decided to meet for a cup of coffee. On his profile I thought it must be an error that he was only 5 feet 5 inches, an inch shorter than me, but he had said he liked women in heels, so I wore my 3 inch heels. We met in a hotel lobby, and when I spotted him dressed in a tuxedo, and stood to greet him, I realized I towered above him. He was maybe 5 feet 4 inches. He explained that he was on his way to chaperone a dance at the school where he taught and wanted me to see him in his tux.
By the look on his face, I could tell he was smitten and I was not the least bit attracted. As we drank coffee, he told me that he knew I was the “perfect woman” for him, and then proceeded to tell me word for word everything I had written on my profile in rapid fire succession and how he met every single one of my requirements. All the while I was thinking, “How do I get out of this?” In an effort to win my admiration, he pulled out a police badge from a local city where he worked as a volunteer and flashed it at me. All I could think was, “This is too much.”