First and Last Date The moment he said “ I'll be the one smoking at the bar reading the "Tao of Winnie the Pooh,” I should have known. I should have faked an illness and cancelled the date. I should have. Instead, I took the stool close to the door leaned in close and listened. Listened to the story of his heartbreak his time spent in a Buddhist monastery. All the while, I kept thinking: He spent time in a Buddhist monastery. He can't be that bad. But, each time I leaned in closer noticed the scent of cigarettes, stale coffee and beer looked at each pore on his face and pieced together the fact that he looked nothing like his profile picture I never once believed that the date would be going anywhere. No matter how good his stories were. After two hours of listening never quite being heard I sat still and kept drinking. When he offered to walk me home even though he lived a block a...