"Are you SuperCutie930," the disheveled man wearing a suit in the coffee house asked.
"Are you MightyTall50," the woman with mousy hair and heels too tall for her responded.
Neither had been what the other was expecting. He was not 6'5 at all. She wasn't ugly by any means, but she wasn't the drop dead bombshell she claimed to be either. Still, this was good enough. Prospects had been all but nil for both. Still they meshed, enjoyed the same television shows, cheered for the same sports teams and read the same books. It would work.
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