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and sat over it, thinking. As the steam rose, the usually tantalizing aroma of tomatoes and parmesan cheese filled her nostrils; but she wasn’t hungry.
    She disregarded the new message and turned her thoughts back to Aiden Jacobs. The name appealed to her. She wanted to send a skillfully crafted, witty comment, but her disappointment with the responses she had received, or lack thereof, had emptied her mind of all ingenuity. 
    Where was her envisioned wealth of suitable men to choose from? The suggestion that only two men on the internet found her attractive was disconcerting. She was by no means model material, but she certainly was not unattractive. She began to question the verve of her profile, and wondered if, perhaps, it did not veraciously reflect her personality. Regret set in as she recollected the state she was in when she put her profile together.
    The doorbell rang . Angela frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone; neither did she want to see anyone. She had been waiting all day for this time alone to spend on the website.
    “You’re not ready?” her sister, Julia, asked rhetorically as Angela opened the door.
    “Ready for…” the sight of Julia’s slim, toned body in spandex rendered the completion of Angela’s intended question unnecessary. She had completely forgotten that Monday night was aerobics night. She could count on Julia to show up every Monday night and again every Thursday night for zumba class. Initially, they had agreed to be each other’s ‘excuse buster’, but the position became redundant after they discovered that they enjoyed the workouts and their time together. “Oh, aerobics.” Julia detected the weariness in Angela’s voice. She stopped Angela in her tracks, placed her hands on her shoulders and eyeballed her.
    “D eath?”
    “No,” Angela rolled her eyes.
    “Sickness?”
    “No.”
    “Disease?”
    “No,” Angela laughed and shoved her sister aside. She knew Julia would run through the brief list of agreed exceptions that would keep them away from aerobics or zumba, and none of them applied in these circumstances.
    “Well, come on let’s go then.” Just then, the telephone rang. It was Judith.
    “Hey, Jude. Listen I can’t talk now. Jules is here. We have aerobics tonight. I’ll call you later.” A hint of impatience came over Angela’s face, as she said, “No, nothing much so far. Only one. No, I haven’t yet. I’ll call you later. Bye.” She hung up, took a deep breath and turned to Julia. “Jules, I worked late and haven’t even eaten yet.”
    “And there’s more,” Julia replied, as a result of her exacting ability to read her sister. The two made their way to the kitchen. On other occasions when Angela had worked late, she would postpone dinner until after aerobics or zumba class. Before Angela was able to respond, Julia pulled the laptop around to face her for a better view. “What’s this?”
    Angela smirked coquettishly. “It’s…”
    Julia’s mouth parted in amused astonishment as she interrupted, “Is this…a dating website?”
    “Yes, I…”
    “Why did I not know about this?” Julia became louder and looked at Angela suspiciously, the very same way she did six months earlier, when they were both party to a sugar-free diet pact, and Angela came out of their mother’s kitchen with telltale sugar granules at the corners of her mouth, collected there from the doughnut she had covertly scoffed.
    “I was going to tell y ou; I only subscribed yesterday.” Angela sounded almost apologetic.
    “You sneaky cat,” Julia continued, expressing her surprise.
    “Anyway, there’s nothing h appening for me. I sent out two messages last night and only received one back. Plus, today, I got one message from this guy that is just out of the question. I guess I’m just not dating material.”
    “Angie, i f you only subscribed yesterday, you have to give these guys a chance to reply. Listen, most people have commitments, they don’t live on