Emerson Norvale was nervous all week about the upcoming ‘date’ . He checked his hair in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Brushed it, combed it and did it all again.

Chatting with Rachelle online, if that was her real name, was one thing,actually meeting her in person was another thing.

He worried that she would thing he was a dork, or a wuss whatever the word was the kids all used to describe a nerd.

Rachelle Kearney was worried. Had she made a mistake in asking Emerson to meet her?, if that was his real name. Would he be disapointed when he saw her? She had sent her best photo to him in an Email, granted it was her college grad photo, but still at 40 she hadn’t changed that much, had she?

Emerson had gotten to the restaurant early, and spotted Rachelle as she entered. Her short brown hair bounced as she glided across the floor. She wore a little black dress.

“Hi”, Rachelle said timidly.

“I ,er, have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back”, said Emerson as he raced to the restroom.