the first meet

She walked confidently into Starbucks, appropriately dressed for a first encounter post match communication, 7 jeans and a black sweater, conservative yet classy, as the plunging neckline does not facilitate an engaging yet moderate first impression when one's eyes are cast mid chest as opposed to reminding one that yes, you have eyes. And they are right up here under my scalp.
She looked around hesitantly, and shuddered in concern as a pot bellied, sweaty, fifty something with a bad comb over met her eyes. He raised his frappochino in greeting, and she took note of the classifieds that lay askew upon the wooden table. It couldn't be Ed, her witty and assuredly handsome match friend with whom she had been bantering this past month. This horribly middle aged monstrosity was both unappealing and jobless. Been there, done that she mumbled in repose over a bad memory from her younger years.
A hand motioning from the corner table caught her eye. There was her Ed! Handsome, younger, great smile. She nearly floated over to his table in blessed relief until he opened his mouth and proceeded into a diatribe of how hot she was, what a great body she had, did he look as good in person? While her mouth widened as if to catch flies but really in shock over his immaturity and horrid communication. He proceeded to tell her that he drove a porsche ( on a vice principal's salary) but that he was up to his eyeballs in debt due to the economy and "not wanting to budget though I should ha ha". He then asked her income, her weight, and finished off his line of questioning with "what great chemistry, do you feel our chemistry, and we would have great sex." She paused, and smiled as it occurred to her that what was great about this situation is that she could walk away, which she longed to do, quickly and assuredly flee out of starbucks. Instead she grabbed Ed's arm, nicely whispered that she enjoyed meeting him but had a plane to catch, and sauntered toward the front door. So this did not work out, no big deal. He was one of many and there had to be a few good picks among the bad apples. But as she walked by comb over man on her way out the door she felt fleeting regret as she knew he would have at least been a standard above the idiocy she just endured. Oh well, NEXT!!