It went well.
He walked me to my car.
Then he said something that made me stop and do math (the latter is never a good thing).
"You are most decidedly not 29."
"What?....Of course I am."
"How old are you really?"
"Um, how old do you think I am?"
"No games. Just spill." {I crossed my arms)
"27." ... "25."..."Okay, I'm 23."
"WHAT?!"
"You said in your ad you wanted someone who was at least 28. So, I lied...a little. Is it that big a deal?"
"Yes, I don't abide by lying. Stupid lying is the worst kind."
"But I really wanted to go out with you!"
"I'm ten years older than you are!"
"But you're hot!"
"...really?"
Today's lesson: Tell a woman you think she's hot, and she will forgive you a multitude of sins. (Or at least lying about your age.)