A feeling of nausea within my stomach starts creeping in when he mentions the elementary school that I happen to have gone to: Havenview Elementary. My date across from me, calling himself Ben, takes a sip from his glass of champagnes melodically. His ring on his left pointer finger clinks his glass, almost as to say ‘have you caught on, Melissa’. Why would he lie about his name? I remember him as Felix, a scrawny little fifth grader who asked me if water was wet and if that was the reason for girls to get so wet before sex. We were in the same class and barely talked to each other, we only knew of each other by our mutual friend, Jazz. Rest in peace, Jazz. But, twenty years later, an online date is across the table from me and suddenly, I find myself trying to excuse myself to the restroom and make a run for it. What should be a handsome adult man sitting in front of me is now being blurred by a fifth grader I occasionally sat with at lunch in Ms. Barnes’ classroom. Maybe him changing his name to Ben can be distracting enough to separate the Felix I knew. He’s going on about something that’s happening in the world, he does know how to blab for sure, always has. I lean in to cut him off, I say, “Felix Johansson, Melissa Albright from your fifth grade classroom. Nice to meet you.” His face goes blank and that was my cue to grab my purse and leave a $20 bill on the table. I head straight to the front door with the hostess telling me to have a good night. I open the door to hopefully a new prospect that doesn’t remind me of a child.