As we hugged, I caught a whiff of old cigarette smoke. Her first lie.

"Nice to finally meet you, Izzy," I said, not really knowing what else to say. I wasn't so sure that was even the truth.

"And nice to meet you, Del." We sat at the small table. I predicted five minutes of small-talk before going up to order. "I've already told you that Izzy is short for Isobel," she began. "What's Del short for?"

The part I hated. "Try Delmore."

She seemed to be trying hard not to laugh. It was all an act though. Little did I know at the time that she already knew my full name.

"Delmore Honeycutt. I have no idea how drunk my parents were when they named me. So how is the apartment hunting coming?"

"I just got into town last night, so I really haven't had a chance to look yet," she answered. "Boston sure is a confusing town, though."

"That it is. But you get used to it. Once you learn the 'T'—that's the subway—you're golden. Doesn't take long."

The five-minute mark had arrived.

"Should we go up and order something?" I asked.

We left our jackets on our seats and went up to place our orders. I let her go ahead of me—part politeness, partly so I could observe her more closely. I can't speak for the women who do online dating, but I think I have men like me pretty well pegged. No matter what we say in our online profiles, no matter how romantic we sound, it really all comes down to sex. Granted, most of us would give anything to be in a meaningful relationship, but the reality is that we can't wait to see our date naked. Maybe it's because we know that the likelihood of anything long-term resulting from online dating is slim at best, so we are willing to settle for a good roll in the sack. As such, our standards are pretty low. Sad, I know, but the truth.

And that's why this one was so confusing. She wasn't all that bad looking—nice body, and shoulder-length hazel hair that hadn't seen coloring too many times. I could even get beyond the hard facial features. With someone else, I could have probably put up with the hint of cigarette smoke. But the fact was, I had absolutely no interest in going to bed with her.

We sat back down at the table. I had a turkey and cheese on a croissant, and she had chosen some kind of tropical salad.

"So tell me about yourself," I said.

"Well, you know some of it already from my profile," she answered in between bites. "I'm an RN. I grew up in Chicago, went to school there, and was working at a hospital in the city. I was tired of it and needed a change. I applied to hospitals in different parts of the country, was made a few offers, and settled on Mass General here in Boston. My parents are deceased and I have a sister I haven't spoken to in almost ten years who lives in New York, I think. I had nothing to hold me back, so I figured, what the heck. What about you?"