Tomorrow is my first date in two years. It’s not online, but it is at a coffee shop. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Ah, what a beautiful day! I woke up this morning and met my soul mate online. We bonded instantly through a series of questionnaires, clicking buttons, and online messages. Now if only she has lots of sexy tattoos when we meet for coffee in Second Life (an online game/world) I’ll be set!
(Filed under satire.)
Michael sits idly on his sofa while the white fog rolls through his living room. He thinks not of fog, but of future.
His most immediate concerns rest upon the upcoming party and his hope for a successful evening with interaction between the guests. As a pastor, he ultimately prays for each soul, but for the evening he wants his visitors to leave with the word “pleasant” in mind.
The room’s surfaces have been dusted, floors vacuumed and swept, and the table prepared. Freshly baked pizzas sit steaming in their cardboard containers with liters of carbonation sitting mere centimeters away.
Michael sighs, then stands at the sound of a card door closing. He opens the front door to his apartment and his first guest enters.
She comments, “Hey, sweet fog machine!”
Peter still wears his hair long. He keeps it as a tribute to Van Halen, but also as a remnant of his days as guitar player in a rock band. Big hair and big dreams, but he left it behind.
He now sits at work looking at a pink Easter dress a friend has given him for his daughter to wear. The two men laugh while discussing it’s cuteness.
Peter then asks Dan, “Is that superman figure encased in Kryptonite?”
Yes, I’ve moved. I’m living in a two-bedroom apartment now that I’m splitting w/ Martin from work. I have an actual kitchen now at which I’m quite pleased w/ the ability to cook pizza being not the least of my joys. That and I don’t have paint chips falling on me in the shower.
The drive is about the same, and the town I’m in is gorgeous. I’ve been to the downtown area a few times.
So everything is just about perfect. Except…
I signed up for the dating site. Yeah, the one that advertises. Something about the “3 women per every 2 men” ratio got my attention. If it’s good enough to get a PhD sponsor and a couple of patents, then I can’t go wrong.
Now the only hard part will be for it to find me a Christian woman w/i a 30 mile radius who won’t mind my music, has a heart, and has nothing against moving to foreign countries eventually.
And she’s gotta be emo. Tons of tattoos. Because tattoos are hot.