If I was being honest, he terrified me.  Our first meeting had been under touchy and embarrassing circumstances.  I distinctly remember hearing burping sounds, that released the flash flood.  Panic ensued, and chaos controlled time.  That was it.  Time...and circumstance.  Everything was wrong.  

Today's advice:  

Never drink a margarita outside in 106 degree heat.  Dry heat.  Southwestern desert heat.  You'll get the dry heaves.  Or vomit.  Strange people will look at you, and your visiting family members will talk about you.  In front of you.  While you're heaving.  Or vomiting.  

I should know.  It happened to me.

The truth is...I requested our first meeting.  My schedule allowed for a certain day and time; one that I couldn't change.  Unfortunately, he did not comply.  When he did arrive, he was loud and brash and annoying.  His decorum matched his unkempt style.  Instinctively, I knew this arrangement was a bad idea.  Really bad.