We had agreed to meet at a small lunch cafe, and when I arrived he was already seated inside, eating his lunch. “It smelled so good, I couldn’t wait,” he said. After I got my lunch we chatted about who we were and where we came from.
After lunch we stepped outside. He took me aside and he leaned against a wall, looking around furtively.
“This is a bit awkward, but we can’t be seen together in public.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want anyone I know seeing us together. My wife and I are trying to reconcile.”
“I’m not interested in a relationship with you under those circumstances. I am really not comfortable with that at all.”
“We would have to meet somewhere away from my home town.” Pause. Tilt of the head. Meaningful eye contact.
The light dawns. He’s offering his sexual services. “Oh, no. I’m looking for a long-term relationship.”
“Sorry. I thought I made it clear that I was separated.”
“No, you didn’t make it clear. And I’m really uncomfortable.”
“That’s too bad. Still, if you change your mind, give me a call. You are here until April, right?”
Clearly, we had different appetites.