After emails and phone conversations, I met a Seattle man at Roslyn Café. In April, it was cold in the mountains.

Oddly, he insisted on eating outdoors. Sane diners were in the warm cafe. I was warmly dressed in winter boots, ski jacket, hat and gloves, after driving over snowy Blewett Pass. So I said okay.

As soon as our lunch was served and the waitress walked away, he leaned over the table and asked me to join him in group sex. I was aghast.

"NO WAY!" I exploded and asked suspiciously, "Whatever gave you the idea that I'd be interested in THAT?"

"You said you were very liberal," he replied.

"That refers to my political beliefs, not my sexual inclinations!" I shot back.

I stood up and stomped to my car, forgetting to take a doggie bag. Drove home, hungry and fuming. Then I ran to my computer and changed my political beliefs to "liberal."