When Internet Dating Goes Wrong
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The Akward Date
“I have a headache,” he said, then gripped the dinner table and raised his shoulders toward his ears. “It’s not your perfume — seasonal allergies. You know how it is.” He blew his nose loudly as if he were in the privacy of his own home. The woman tried to ignore the soiled linen napkin he placed on her side of the table.