I met this guy in a coffee shop. He was really nice, and seemed smart as a whip. After a few weeks we sort of fell into a routine where I would stop by at a certain time, to see if he was there —and he always would be. After several more ''accidental on purpose'' meetings he finally asked me out on a date. He told me he was going to take me some place really really special. He told me he found it hard to ''trust'' and that he was going to take me to a place where he had never taken a girl before. So I got all dressed up, thinking we were going to some special romantic spot. He picks me up and the next thing I know we are driving to a church and I'm thinking ''well, maybe he's really into architecture.'' Next thing I know we are in a room filled with chairs and my date is sitting in a circle with the rest of them with a big smile on his face saying ''My name is William and I am an alcoholic.'' When it came my turn to speak, and I dared to say that I wasn't an alcoholic, they all frowned and looked at me as if I was in denial. After the A.A. meeting, William invited me along with the rest to a coffee shop. I told him to ''get with the program'' and walked home alone.