Jennifer’s story David didn’t look at all like his photograph on the Internet dating site. I think it must have been an old one. His hair was shorter and he was wearing an awful black striped suit. I thought he looked kind and friendly but I didn’t fancy him. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, but when he started talking, I didn’t get a chance to say anything. He made some stupid jokes and laughed at them himself (I didn’t think they were funny). I didn’t want to listen to silly jokes. I wanted to talk about more serious things – you know, get to know him better, his family, his interests and hobbies and so on. During the meal David had a long conversation with the waitress about the wine. He ignored all my suggestions and that put me in a really bad mood, so I didn’t say anything for the rest of the evening. I was happy when the meal was finished. It was a miserable evening. I couldn’t wait to get a taxi and go home. This was my first Internet date and I think it was my last one. I wonder if I will tell my friends about David when we go geocaching tomorrow.