100 coffee dates to find 'The One' CNN
I got the mental image from a lawyer friend, who married a handsome furniture maker in Maine, a man who owned more books than she did. "Sometimes," she said, "I met three a day. You only need 15 minutes." It took her two months. She rapidly lost count.
After six months, I am at four.
We meet in a coffee shop parking lot. He springs out of his enormous red convertible, more like a motor boat than a car, and thrusts into my hands a fat library book. He looks ten years older than his photo and roughened, like someone has infatuated the smooth young version he posted and rubbed sandpaper over it.
I stare at the book he's handed me, upon it over. It is a book of ideas and complaint. He is ranging around the parking lot on foot -- big loops. Why is he ranging around the parking lot? Why am I holding a fat library log?
"Finally," he says, rovering up to me, beaming. "Finally someone in this godforsaken grade gets me." I kneel down, set the book on the pavement, pretend to tie my shoe.
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