Same Guy

It didn't take much work on her part to convince me to rejoin www.match.com. 1. I've been single for over a year. 2. They're running a 75% off special. And you know how I love a bargain.

I was severely disappointed after updating my profile and running my first search. My specifications yielded only 2 pages of potential matches. Maybe I'm too picky?! Maybe they're really very few men 5' 10"or taller, with no kids, never been married, earned a bachelor's degree or higher, and don't smoke on Match right now. Ugh! What a waste of time. But looking on the bright side, I get to call her up and have her log on too so we can make fun of all the spelling and grammar errors we find.

So I did just that. Her tastes are different than mine and I just knew her search would produce more than a mere 2 pages. She was so excited to tell me about a guy that she's gone as far as having a phone conversation with.

"He's a police officer." "Oh really? A detective sent me a message." "He's cool; we just talked about work and stuff." "Uh, wait. Is he white?" "No, Puerto Rican." "Yes, that's what I meant. Um, I think that same guy sent me a message!"

We then began giggling like 7th graders as we confirmed that a guy w/the same profile name sent both of us a message. I turned him down right away because of his skin color (hush, I'm entitled to my own personal preference). But what if I hadn't? And what if she and I didn't decide to discuss our Match experiences? Then we would be having the female version of Usher and Kell's latest song; "We've been messing with the same guy!"

I'm sure it wouldn't gone that far. But this goes to show you just how small of a world we're living in, internet and all it's infinity included.