Le Lycee was already seated with his non-alcoholic beverage. (He's sick.) He makes commercials and music videos, so we talked shop for a bit. He was wearing 2 rings (one on each hand), and one was on his pointer finger. I thought this to be an interesting choice.
As the evening continued (with easy conversation, I might add), I realized that he seemed quite short, even whilst sitting. This is not a huge problem, as I'm vertically challenged as well, but I was beginning to wonder if he was evenly proportioned.
If you Internet date long enough, there is a mental alarm clock that goes off as soon as an hour is up. He was coughing, I was yawning, so we called it an evening. We both stood up, and limbs and torso were all proportioned correctly.
Le Lycee is a lovely man. He's smart, interesting, attractive in a certain way, but he's not my husband. It's also not depressing at all that I haven't reached the 1/2 way mark and I'm sick of dating. Oh, and school starts on Thursday. Kill me already.