Well, I did it. I compromised. But it wasn’t for love, it was for the hope of even just one evening out with a gorgeous hunk of a man with shining, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that I found on match.com. He’s 6’1″ and absolutely beautiful. Oh my god… I get goosebumps just thinking about that.
I never make initial contact with men online. Never. I broke the number one rule.
And he’ll probably never respond, because guys that beautiful are usually just figments of my imagination. Maybe he’s a planted profile. Maybe he’s a scam artist. Or maybe he’s interested in tall, leggy olive-skinned Italian girls.
He’s been offline for 3 days; I emailed him last night. So, now I play the waiting-to-be-rejected game. It must suck being a guy.
But unless I receive a polite “no thanks” or enough time goes by that I simply must let go of the thought, I am going to fantasize about being in those strong arms. I could hardly sleep last night, which is a big clue that probably nothing will come of it. Too excited = utter disappointment.
At least it’s a distraction from the rest of my pathetic love life – for now.