Time to check out Mr. Look See #7 and meet for coffee.  By now the neighbourhood barista not only has your tall, non-fat, extra hot, no whip latte already in hand but he also gives you that knowing nod.  He casts a glance upward as he has lost count……is this Mr. Look See #6, #7, or is it #8?

A welcome change from the requisite coffee shops would be a nice bistro, pub, or lounge for a quiet drink and conversation.  You could do without screaming “I have only been divorced 3 times!” over those roaring coffee grinders.     

But regardless of locale, that moment of truth always arrive.  You walk in, look around. Hmmm…could that be him?  He gets up and in those first fleeting moments, you blink and wonder, “OMG, where am I going to meet Mr. Look See #8?”