I was living in Cambridge at the time and was browsing shaadi.com. This guy also lived in Cambridge and was interested in meeting for coffee. Sounds fine to me - I had nothing to lose.
We had exchanged a few emails beforehand - he made himself sound very important with limited time to meet. No worries, we could work around his schedule as I was a student and my schedule allowed for more flexibility.
"How will we recognize each other?" he asked.
"Well, I will be there anyway, working on my paper. My computer has a green cover that is fairly distinctive, so I'm sure you'll spot me," I said.
"So you'd be the Hulkette, then," he said.
"Um. Sure."
He had a classic case of 'talk a lot'. He dominated the conversation, and normally I wouldn't mind. But, this guy had decided that he wanted a croissant with his coffee. Talking + eating croissant = messy conversation. I had his croissant bits all over me. Eww.
He asked me point-blank at the end of the conversation if I wanted to see him again. I tried to get out of answering such an awkward question, but he persisted. So, I was honest. "No, I'm really sorry, I don't see this going any further, I'm sorry," I said sheepishly.
He got up and walked out, leaving his coffee on the table, surrounded by flakes of croissant which had come flying out of his mouth over the previous half hour!
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