And by “for you” I mean “in hopes of resetting that damn counter.” People, I have reached new lows. New lows of which I am so ashamed. It’s that kind of shame that makes me want to slit open my wrists and drown in my own blood in the bathtub. But if I do that, I won’t be able to watch tonight’s episode of Glee.
Anyway, the shameful act. I have done something stupid: I have gone ahead and signed up with match.com again.
But you know what? This time it’s going to be different. It really is. No longer will I just be bombarded with emails from guys like this. Oh no! This time around I have a good feeling about this whole thing. My prince charming is out there, in fact, I’m pretty sure he’s within a 50 mile radius and he is waiting for me. I was never going to find him in Baltimore because he has been here all along.
So, my dear friends, here we go again – back to jump into the dating pool!