I wasn't really sure how to read him, and I'm usually pretty good at that.
After some brief small-talk (you know, the typical what-are-your-hobbies-what-are-you-looking-for chitchat), we set up a coffee date.
But one thing was for sure: With his dark hair, piercing blue eyes and 6'5" frame, I was definitely attracted to him.
Given the very proper, business-like nature of our first date, I was caught off-guard when he asked me to go get breakfast a couple of days later.
After accepting, I was relieved when he pulled up sporting more casual clothes this time.
He drove a high-end import car, but it wasn't fiery red.But over time, I felt myself becoming more like a nanny and less like his wife.