Date One: Manufacturing And Distribution

I've found him.  He's on Yahoo! Personals.  My first date in 23 years.  He's tall at 6'2", dark with big brown eyes. Nice body, if his photos are up to date and he states in his profile, that he grew up with sisters and therefore knows how important it is to put the seat down. I like that.  I pay my hard earned money to enable the communications to begin.  I send the first message.  One word is all I write.  "Nice."   And I wait.  By the end of the day, I hear back from him.  He hasn't paid to communicate, so he changes his profile to include little snipets from MY profile in an effort to let me know he knows I'm interested,  and he suggests meeting at a place I mention on my profile.  It's Christmas and I watch, "You've Got Mail" over and over.  It becomes my favorite movie. 

We are to meet at the appointed spot.  A great sidewalk cafe.  I'm expecting him to arrive at any minute.  Is my lipstick right?  Hair in place?  It's sort of chilly.  Cars are zipping by and I'm looking at the driver hoping to spot him before he spots me. I'm laughing to myself when I see an ugly green Honda Civic of antique proportions go by. That's probably him. I shake my head.  Nah....

There  he is!  He's got a great walk and looks very nice. Friendly. Handsome. The cafe is closed for a Christmas party, so we need to drive somewhere else for dinner.  The conversation is easy.  Right up until I realize he is walking me toward the ugly green Honda!  Yep.  It WAS him.  He refers to the car as the Green Hornet and insists we take it rather than my convertible.  I scan the area for people I may know....shallow, I know.  And then it hits me...Manufacturing and Distribution?  Just what sort of job does he have? It wasn't a complete lie.  Turns out he delivers pizza!  A man of 45 should not be delivering pizza unless he owns the restaurant.