Charming, but single

I have just accepted a first date with the Nurse, who is 30 and has a nice profile. He’s been very furiously e-mailing me for the past few days and dropped a hint that he wanted to hang out on Saturday, but I was going dancing with the Girls. So, we’re having a coffee date tomorrow afternoon. (Four-day weekends rule.) His online flirting has been impressive. He quickly commented when I uploaded a new photo as part of my profile makeover. (Although he said something about my cheeks, which was a bit odd. Guys, commenting on how my cheeks are round makes me think that I need to pick a less pudgy picture. Stick with “You’re eyes are pretty” or “You have a nice smile.”) He suggested lunch a walk or coffee. I mentally vetoed lunch because I want to work in the morning and because I wanted a cheaper first date in case we didn’t hit it off. And I also thought a walk was a bad idea, because it is hotter than Hades here and I like to look perky and well made up on dates. (Plus, I haven’t been to the gym in weeks – WEEKS! – and I think me huffing and puffing and reaching for my inhaler would be bad. And the potential to smell bad is high.) So, coffee sounded good – an inexpensive first date in a laid-back environment that has a low risk of my hair becoming frizzy. I’ve been assembling date wear options. This is my third date from one of these online dating sites, so I’m more comfortable with the process. I am to wear something cute and demure, emphasizing my assets, covering my flaws. Enough make up to look pretty and polished, heels to make me no taller than my date’s profile says he is, earrings to dangle, big sexy sunglasses so that I can enter the place with an air of cool confidence. And straight hair, because that's what's in my profile picture. My planned outfit is jeans with a white camisole and a sort of delicate floral thin wrap blouse with low black heels because this guy is only three inches taller than I am. Casual cute. I also started my methodical dating practices a few days ago. I favorited about 30 guys and I started by winking at a few and then e-mailing some in blocks of three or four. It’s been interesting to see who responds – guys who I thought were certain to respond have left my winks unreturned while guys I thought were probably unlikely to give me the time of day have e-mailed. It goes to show that you can’t judge a book by its cover or a single man by his Match.com profile.