On-line Dating Part 1.

My heart skipped a beat.  I was about to embark upon my first blind date through an on-line site I had recently joined.
I was so excited to meet a single, tall, handsome, athletic, well-educated, successful man in his 30's. I pranced into the coffee shop like a little giddy school girl, eagerly scanning the room to spot my Prince Charming.   I felt a strong tap on my left shoulder.  I turned around and there he was!   Heaven!!!
.........help me....he was nothing like he said.  He was at least fifty years old, with a noticebale bright white tan line on his ring finger, a hair-do that could make Donald Trump's mane look classy, a faux painted on moustache, a gut the size of a hungry amoeba and I was almost a foot taller than him.  I was aghast.  Mr. "Knight-Night" as his screename dictated, was more of a "Fright-Night" than anything else.  He was grinning from wrinkled ear to ear, while holding out a gargantuan wilted white rose for me and awkwardly announcing that it was so great to finally meet in person.  Numerous ogling eyes were transfixed at this spectacle of a rendez-vous.  I tried to maintain civility and propriety, but I simply could not refrain at this juncture.  I tried to conjure up anything remotely plausible as an excuse to extricate myself expeditiously from the premises, but the only words I could utter out of my numbly frozen visage, were "Are you kidding me?"  Mr. Fright-Night looked taken aback and presumed that it was the white rose which offended me.  He explained that he would have gotten red or pink, but he did not want to be too presumptuous.  I promptly thanked him for the kind gesture and explained that I am extremely allergic to all flowers and that I forgot that Wednesdays were the days that I am supposed to bunny sit for my neighbor's rabbit, Peter. To be continued.........