“What was your expectation” she asked.
Not what I was expecting from a getting-to-know-you cup of coffee. What I expected was something more along the lines of what do I do for a living? Do I have any hobbies? I glance at the door, “I don’t really expect anything except a little pleasant conversation to see how we get on together.”
“Really! You weren’t expecting someone taller, thinner, more glamorous,” she asked.
“I was expecting to meet the nice girl I saw in the photo with your profile,” I said, and when she didn’t respond I added, “She looked nice.”
She blushed and looked nervous. “I’m so sorry. I was just at the store picking up some donuts and a movie for my nieces and a college student in the store told me I should do the world a favor and lay off the donuts. I guess, I was taking it out on you.”
“That’s body shaming. Was that young man a perfect specimen of manhood,” I asked with disdain.
“Well, No. He had skinny little arms, and too much grease in his hair,” she said.
“Then maybe someone should tell him to spend some time lifting weights in the gym,” I suggested. “Maybe he could wash that hair, but that greasy look is probably in style now. With a little luck, maybe he will grow up!”
After a moment she relaxed and tentatively said, “I apologize for taking my anger out on you. Can we start over? What is it you do for a living?”
Laughing I answer, “Now that’s more in line with my expectation. I’m a manager with a boring office job. I could go the gym a little more often myself,” I said giving my stomach a pat.
“You look fine,” she said with a blush.
“You look fine,” I said taking her hand. “I think we look just fine together.”