melissawantslove

She is trying on-line dating, again. It was either that, or hang out in bars or try meeting someone at church – and she was sure that she didn’t want to meet someone at church. Do someone in a church, sometime, maybe, but meet – no. She’d had limited success during previous on-line subscriptions, but most of the men were either boring, bald, overweight or just icky – or all four. What’re the odds, she asked herself that she might actually meet someone with a brain, someone who kept himself in good condition and someone who was, heck, cute or handsome or sexy – and why not! She deserved that. And, quite, frankly, if she happened to meet someone like that, well, maybe he deserved her. Winks were out. Guys who posed with their dogs – same. Guys who … hell, this was a crapshoot. Still, Gloria’d found someone, and she was in Dallas and he was in Glouchester, Mass. And he moved there. Ok, she had a big boobs. But, still? Or was it just time to give up on romance? She did like her life. Might be chancy, someone who might screw it up. But, yes, she did want someone to wake up with – or, as her high school English teacher, the dreamy Mr. Sparke, would say: “…with whom to wake.” She looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. Enough for the night. Her “date” name was Melissawantslove. Caucasian. 5-7. Income – TBD. She was a catch.