Lolita met a guy on eHarmony. They agreed to have their meet and greet at Starbucks in Pleasant Hill. Fred was already seated when Lolita got her coffee.
When he stood up, Fred was much shorter than he’d said on his profile. Instead of 5’ 9″, he was more like 5 foot, four. He had lied about his height.
“Does it matter to you that I don’t drink?” Fred asked.
Lolita scratched her head. “Your profile said that you do.”
“That’s because I’d never get any dates if I said I didn’t.”
Lolita crossed her arms. The guy had lied about two things, his height and his willingness to drink.
“I’m an alcoholic,” Fred said.
Lolita finished the meet and greet but declined another date. She didn’t want to get involved with an alcoholic. She thought he was bad news.
One wonders why Fred didn’t say he was a recovering alcoholic. Isn’t that the appropriate thing to say?
Maybe Fred would go on to find another alcoholic and they could not drink together. They would understand each other and how hard it was, and they could go to AA meetings together.
Lolita is still looking, but not so much online.
P.S. You never know who has a bad date story. When there’s no paper, flip over your plate and use that to take notes.
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 