Amanda

Amanda works for American Arlines and she is based out of Dallas. She is the sweet girl that is trying to do something for herself and get out of debt. Well, I am glad we crossed paths and I am able to help her out. We exchanged emails and I got the impression right away that she was not too experience in this. Something about the writing style that seemed totally real, as if I was exchanging emails with a prospective girlfriend. As an aside, you should see some of the emails I receive. You can tell after a while who has done this before and who is relatively new to this. One clue is that she wanted to make sure we IM or talk before we meet (indicates nervousness or caution). I told her that we can meet outside the restaurant, and talk for 5 minutes: if we like what we see great. If not we can part ways right there without any hard feelings. She liked that idea. So we meet one nice Friday afternoon. I am waiting outside the place and she was running a few minutes late. Cell phone rings and she informs me she ran into traffic. That's one point for her: that she informed me instead of just making me wait forever like others have done in the past. So I keep waiting and I have the mental picture of her in my mind, she had emailed 2 pics earlier. She certainly had a warm and playful voice over the phone, so that's good...
Then I saw someone walking toward me. Is it her? The pic was with her hair down, and this person had her hair up. I am a hair person, so by having a different hairdo I was getting confused. What do I do? Do I say hello and risk getting humiliated if it is not her? I have certainly done that before. She put me out of my dillema by saying: do I know you? and this put me at ease right away, obviously a people person. Rolling with the punches I replied: 'hey, how are you, long time'.
She said my face looked mad just standing around there, but I was actually squinting because the sun was in my eyes!
By the way, I much prefer standing outside the place I am supposed to meet, rather than grabbing a seat at the bar and just waiting. Whenever I do that I feel like an old drunk.