It Worked

Five days.  Cold turkey.  No checking the Match.com app on my iPhone, no opening Safari.  Nothing.  I'm at a bridge tournament.  Can't be distracted.

But, when I get home, I check Match.com.  Sixty new matches.  Yep, you read that right.  Truth be known I haven't looked at one of them because I'm so busy answering emails from previous 'matches.'  My ego is soaring!

There's Ron in Virginia, who went to seminary and loves to read books on religion and spirituality.  I wrote, "I'm enamored by your spiritual side."  He loves that I noticed.  He's self-employed at a soup kitchen (not sure what that means)....but somewhat appealing.  I like that he walks the walk.  He played bridge in seminary and loves the game.  Another plus.  He's looking for his Soul Mate.  Uh oh...that's a little heavy for me.  I'm looking for a sense of humor and fun and his profile is screaming DEADLY SERIOUS.  But, I write back anyway...could be a friend.  Let me tell you, working out daily is not in his profile.  And, you know by now, I am not into obesity.

Then, there's the Philosophy professor who posted these amazing photos of hiking in a forest in Tennessee.  He categorizes his faith as 'other' then writes, "I respect the high interpretation of all true faiths but I do not participate or align myself with any organized religion."  I respect that.  I look at his current read, God Created the Integers by Stephen Hawkings.  Amazon describes it as a compilation of the 25 greatest mathematical breakthroughs over a 2500 year time span.  The reviewers skewer the editing, saying it's filed with errors.  Curious something as exact as a mathematical history book could be so sloppily edited.  But, the professor describes it as a 'very neat' book.  Over 1,000 pages in length!  Not so 'neat.'

Last week, I read Jack from Bowie's profile and how enthusiastic he is, never gets upset about anything, his friends think he's nuts but love to be around him.  He's trying to live life to the fullest.  Pretty handsome guy, 55.  Then, he throws in that he's looking for someone with a Bay Watch body.  Oh, boy, he's gonna hear from me.  "Bay Watch body?!  You have got to be kidding."  Believe it or not, he writes that it's good to hear from me and he's a simple, easy going, down to earth man.  He's an engineer, raised in a broken home.  (Obviously, not over it....all I need, more baggage).  "I have a heart full of love for the right woman and I could relocate for the right woman."  (He lives 20 minutes from me.)  He gives me his real email address and says he hopes to hear from me again soon.  Hmmm, that relocation comment makes me reminisce about James Michael Collins, the Nigerian scammer.  A 55 year old engineer looking for a Bay Watch body?  Really?  I don't feel a spiritual connection here.

But, the one that intrigued me calls himself the Big Kahuna.  Stop laughing.  Into Deepak Chopra, "You were born to be completely loved and completely lovable your whole life."  Recently moved from Atlanta, love his humor, want to begin as friends, move to companions then...who knows?  He writes he has a lot to offer..."not bad to look at (although not quite a Harrison Ford), emotionally (off Valium yesterday although I'm considering Prozac if I can't find my match soon), intellectually (stopped reading comic books and watching cartoons last month)."  You get the idea.  Pretty funny guy.  I'm a sucker for them.  I write, "You sound just too good to be true."  His response, "I'm getting a little tired of this cyber stuff.  How 'bout we pass up emails and have something approximating a 'real' life experience...say a phone conversation."  He sends me his cell number.  "Kindly either call or send me your number and I'll initiate the call."  I think I'll send him my number.  The Big Kahuna just might work himself into the Program of 3.