Less than a day fresh on the Catholic singles market. And thus far, I’m feeling pretty darn good. Then again, it’s been about 24 hours since I’ve visited any sites or checked my email. A true commitment phobe to the core.
I have unread mail waiting? Seriously? I've been on this dating site for approximately 18 hours. How is that even possible?
Oh goodness. It's from a person. An actual person. What do I do? How do I proceed? Should I put on my little black dress for the unveiling? Pour myself a cocktail? Take my laptop somewhere fancy and try to be ridiculously charming and witty?
Ah! He's 43! He could legally drink before I was born! And his name is Bernard! I don’t know any Bernards!
Do I want to know a Bernard?
Ack. And it would appear that he either neglected to read or just doesn’t care about the part where I’m only 22 and my brothers will go into super protective mode if their little sister attempts to date anyone near their age range.
He likes my smile? Hmm. Well. I suppose a little flattery could at least get him a return friendly email but that is it. No more. You have to start somewhere. And this is where I’m starting. And then abruptly stopping.
And given my allergy to commitment, a return email is a big deal.
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