Monday, Monday
Murphy's First Law of Match and Blogging: as soon as you post publicly that your Match has been quiet for a few days, your inbox will once again explode. Really. 4 notifications between 5:45 and 6:45 this morning alone. What are people even doing on Match at that hour? Things I'm thinking about at 6:00 a.m. include, "WHY am I awake at this hour?" "Good God, the sun isn't even up!" and "Do I have time to hit the snooze again?" Except on Mondays, when I'm at work by 5:50, and thinking, "Why did I let my boss talk me into teaching this class?"
Murphy's Second Law of Match and Blogging: often, when you comment that a reply has gone nowhere, shrug, and walk away, that person will email again. Not always, but it's happened more than once.
I wonder if complaining about the quality of men will inspire Murphy to come up with Law #3, that as soon as you bitch and moan that all the guys are unattractive, dull, or otherwise uninspiring, your inbox will look like the Chippendale's line-up crossed with Harvard Law Review.
Well, a girl can dream, can't she?
So I'm here to actually blog about Murphy's Second Law of Match and Blogging. Last night when I posted, I included a brief update on Bachelor #2. His second email to me asked if I'd be interested in meeting up for a drink or something. I had replied in the positive, and let him know what my schedule looked like. A week later, and no response.
One of my 4 notifications before both the sun and Jesus were up was an email from him. Hm.
When I started to draft this post, I had had three email exchanges with him. He's a short communicator, preferring to send emails that are only one or two sentences, maybe three. He's also a bit of a smart-ass. Well, so am I. The emails continued. The grand total of emails exchanged today was 8, the last one including his phone number and an invitation to "text if time permits."
Here is what I know about him. He's 40 and never married with no kids. His current town, as per Match, is close to me - no crossing the state line or anything. Light brown hair, blue eyes (be still my heart) with Italian and Irish heritage and non-conformist political views. He's an animal lover, college-educated, a Christian. Like me, he loves the Midwest but needs regular water fixes. Former "college jock" who is indeed a member of the Biggest Loser Club (except his is by way of surgery).
You ready for the kickers? He's 6'5" and lists his income as... well... he says he wants a woman to spoil and based on what he lists as his income, he has the means to do it. Then again, it's the internet, and you can be most anything. Still... SIX FOOT FIVE. Even in my highest of sky-high heels, I'll need a step stool to look him in the eye when he's standing.
So after a suitable delay from the last email, I sent a text. I let him know I was about to leave to teach another yoga class (that had been one topic of discussion) but that I'd be around all evening. And it included the "here is my number in case you didn't get my reply" bit. The ball is once again in his court.
Stay tuned, sports fans. This could get interesting.
Murphy's Second Law of Match and Blogging: often, when you comment that a reply has gone nowhere, shrug, and walk away, that person will email again. Not always, but it's happened more than once.
I wonder if complaining about the quality of men will inspire Murphy to come up with Law #3, that as soon as you bitch and moan that all the guys are unattractive, dull, or otherwise uninspiring, your inbox will look like the Chippendale's line-up crossed with Harvard Law Review.
Well, a girl can dream, can't she?
So I'm here to actually blog about Murphy's Second Law of Match and Blogging. Last night when I posted, I included a brief update on Bachelor #2. His second email to me asked if I'd be interested in meeting up for a drink or something. I had replied in the positive, and let him know what my schedule looked like. A week later, and no response.
One of my 4 notifications before both the sun and Jesus were up was an email from him. Hm.
When I started to draft this post, I had had three email exchanges with him. He's a short communicator, preferring to send emails that are only one or two sentences, maybe three. He's also a bit of a smart-ass. Well, so am I. The emails continued. The grand total of emails exchanged today was 8, the last one including his phone number and an invitation to "text if time permits."
Here is what I know about him. He's 40 and never married with no kids. His current town, as per Match, is close to me - no crossing the state line or anything. Light brown hair, blue eyes (be still my heart) with Italian and Irish heritage and non-conformist political views. He's an animal lover, college-educated, a Christian. Like me, he loves the Midwest but needs regular water fixes. Former "college jock" who is indeed a member of the Biggest Loser Club (except his is by way of surgery).
You ready for the kickers? He's 6'5" and lists his income as... well... he says he wants a woman to spoil and based on what he lists as his income, he has the means to do it. Then again, it's the internet, and you can be most anything. Still... SIX FOOT FIVE. Even in my highest of sky-high heels, I'll need a step stool to look him in the eye when he's standing.
So after a suitable delay from the last email, I sent a text. I let him know I was about to leave to teach another yoga class (that had been one topic of discussion) but that I'd be around all evening. And it included the "here is my number in case you didn't get my reply" bit. The ball is once again in his court.
Stay tuned, sports fans. This could get interesting.
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