So why haven't I blogged about joining Match.com? Same reason I haven't answered many of the e-mails they send me. I'm cynical. And actually, I hadn't "joined"--just did that "for free" sign up thing when I lived back in Trenton. And then, of course, in Trenton, I had the go 'round with Valentine's Day Girl and my Last Girlfriend, so Match.com became obsolete.
I saw a profile that intrigued me. I'm hesitant to put her description here, lest she cleverly find it and the blog. But it was really dynamic. She writes. She's a teacher of special ed. She loves NYC and dancing. She's in her mid thirties. She doesn't smoke. She doesn't drink. She's never been married. She wants children. She wants a smart man and her cutoff age for him is 42. She lives 15 mins away from my NJ town. She says she doesn't fall in love easily. She say's she's 5'4", and she's looking for a man who starts at 5'7". I am, indeed, 5'7". And she's cuuute.
CUUUuute. (New edit: In fact, she looks incredibly like Corinne Bailey Rae. I just realized this as I opened up "Butterfly" on my work's laptop. I swear.)
So I balled up some money and threw it at Match.com for the privilege to send her an e-mail. Just to see what's what. That was like paying for the first date--but I didn't even get to go anywhere.
So here we go. You should all know that I used your encouragements and being fed-up with all my bellyaching to open my match.com email today, and see what happened?
So please don't leave me now! I'm terrified, but I'll let you know.