The game kicked ass! The date, not so much

After the speed-dating version of email, I established that the guy I picked to go to the game was pretty harmless.

To: Lewis
From: TODP
Subject: hockey game

Wow, who knew this would actually work!

You didn’t mention your height… I’m almost 5′9; I feel a little
self-conscious towering over a guy. It’s my one little vanity thing.

I’m 34, have two young ones. I don’t actually live in [Xxxxxxx], but
that’s where I would be dropping off my daughter, and it’s closer to the
arena than where I am now anyway.

I’ve never understood the wisdom behind raking leaves. Just leave them
be!!!

Attached is a pic. I assume you’ll be able to produce a recent
background check, two proofs of residency, a social security card, birth
certificate and PADI certification upon request.

Let me know if you’re still interested.

Maddie

To: TODP
From: Lewis
Subject: Re: hockey game

Hi Maddie,

Yes, I’m still interested. I did forget to mention my height. Sorry.
My driver’s license says I’m 5′10, but I think that may be a fib. I
don’t know how that happened! I’m just about 5′9. My fall/winter
wardrobe usually involves some sort of boot. I’ll wear the ones that give
me a little extra elevation.

Tell me where to pick you up and what time.

I’ll bring my FBI file.

Lewis

We talked a lot to and at the game, constantly almost, though neither of us seemed really keen on romance. But Lewis was a nice guy, a little skinny for me and quite possibly a hair shorter than me, dammit. If it wasn’t for the game itself, it would have been a very bland evening.