It was around midnight on a Friday or Saturday night, and I was checking in on one of my dating sites. As a rule I turn off the live chat features, mostly because I can’t multi-task. I can’t say why, but that night the feature was active and I found myself chatting with a man who definitely did not seem my type (nor I his).

This is a good time to tell you; I’m a bit of an innocent.

Our “conversation” was easy, about golf, golf lessons, golf courses. I don’t quite play golf yet, but I’ve been dabbling. Took a couple of lessons. Bought a golf skirt.

He started telling me about his work with women’s shoes. Very high end, very high heels. We chatted about our preferences in hard liquor. That we were both night owls. About clubbing (not for me).

Then back to the high heels. He was SURE I’d like them, and that they’d look great on me. I laughed (“hahaha”), said we’re clearly not a match, and we signed off.

It was a while before I realized that I’d totally missed his cues. This wasn’t a chat; it was a fantasy date, and I was a no-show.