I was talking to a guy online who seemed to be pretty cool. I decided I wanted to see what he was like in person, so we met for coffee. Instead of the six-foot-tall, lanky guy I was expecting to see, I met up with a five-foot-four guy. (Guys, a tip: don’t lie about your height. It just makes you seem ridiculous.) I had the first that’s-kind-of-weird gut reaction, but hey, maybe he was self-conscious about his height. I decided to let it go.
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After that, it was time to take myself home. I let him know, and thanked him for the coffee. He insisted on walking me to the el, and as we got up close to the stop, he gave me a tight hug, and as I tried to let go, he said, “Man, I just want to kiss you right now.” I smiled and mumbled something about “maybe next time,” because I was basically in shock and trying not to laugh. (Bad on me, I know).
