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and voluptuous.
    I classified myself as average, even though the average woman in America weighs approximately one hundred and forty pounds at five feet four inches tall. The average weight of the women I know is generally about twenty to thirty pounds more than that. Even though I argued I fell into the voluptuous category, Missy countered that anyone with two eyes could see my figure from the pictures and I shouldn’t limit my possibilities.
    After I eliminated the men based on their desired body-type, I weeded out any man under twenty-five and over forty. With over three hundred profiles to choose from, I still couldn’t decide who to contact. I found something wrong with every profile.
    Tired of my excuses, Missy picked the five for me. I wrote them each the same basic email, detailing something specific about them that attracted me to their profile. She even made me use the word attracted, explaining men would read the word and think about sex, which they would now associate with my profile. Apparently, that’s a good thing, although I have to wonder how she can consider herself to be an expert on men when she’s a lesbian.
    At eight o’clock, Missy left me alone with half of a pizza and my computer. I checked my email every half hour until bedtime to check my inbox for communications from JDate. Just about the time I gave up, my cell phone alerted me to an email message.
    I snatched the phone from the charger on my nightstand and touched the envelope icon to read my email.
    A message titled “Welcome to JDate” had been sent from AMG300. I couldn’t bring up his profile on my phone. Instead, I moved my tired butt to my computer.
    As I waited for the website to load, I chewed on my acrylic nails, convinced it was probably a standard message that came from the management of JDate. Logging on, I discovered it came from another JDate participant. I clicked on the link and it took me to the profile of Adam Goldman.
    Dear Lord, I didn’t think about people I actually knew discovering I used an online dating site to meet men. Of all people, why Goldman?
    Reading over his profile, I noted he selected to date only average and athletic women, excluding voluptuous. Then again, he hadn’t chosen thin either. He said little about himself in the essay portion, revealing only that he practiced law, enjoyed music, and preferred heterosexual, single women between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five.
    I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to reply to his email. After ten minutes, I decided it was good enough to send.
     
    Dear Goldman,
    Thanks for welcoming me into the JDate community! After careful deliberation, I have decided to plunge head first into the dating pool. Your email has indicated you have done likewise. In other words, I won’t tell if you won’t.
    Your Comrade in Singledom,
    Sara
    P.S. Just remember, I have plenty of info I could use to blackmail you, too!
     
    It only took him five minutes to respond.
     
    Dear Sara,
    Please be careful to check the depth of the water before you plunge head first into the dating pool. As some of us have learned, the water can be shallow.
    Your Comrade in Singledom,
    Adam
     
    I laughed out loud when I read his email. Comfortable now that my personal life would remain personal, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

CHAPTER 3
     
    FEBRUARY 27, 2012
    DETROIT, MICHIGAN
     
    WEIGHT: 185 LBS.
    STATUS: SINGLE
     
    On Monday, I returned to the boring routine I called my life, treating dramatic girls for their teenage angst. I shared an office suite with my mother, also a psychologist, although she only treated adults. Sometimes she saw the mother, while I treated the daughter. When we initially made the arrangement to share an office, I worried we’d quarrel, as we had when I was younger. Yet, it had worked out rather well over the last two years. I didn’t see much of her, despite sharing office space.
    Because my clients tended to be in school for most of the day, I didn’t