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I've been chatting some off and on for the past two weeks with a 29-year-old IT Guy from an online dating site. He seems nice enough. He's recently divorced, which bothers me a bit, because I don't want to be someone's rebound after their divorce.
However, when he asked me out for an after work cup of coffee for Thursday and picked a classic locale – a locally-owned New Orleans-style coffee place – I couldn't help but be impressed that maybe he got me. I'm not Starbucks; I'm a local brew.
We were hashing out the details when he said he was going to tell me what color shirt he was wearing so I'd know it was him.
"I'm impressed that you know what you're wearing on Thursday," I said. "I have no idea what I'm wearing on Thursday."
(This is a lie. I mentally picked out a cute, work-appropriate outfit just as soon as he asked.)
"Well, this way, you can run if you decide you don't like what you see," he said.