the website. People have to work; you do want someone with a job, right?”
“Of course .”
“Well, then. There could be any number of reasons why they haven’t answered yet. Give it time, deal with the one that has replied and stop talking trash about yourself.”
At Julia’s request, Angela pulled up the message from Aiden Jacobs, and explained her frustration at not being able to find anything witty or clever to say in response.
Julia agreed that Angela should not be so quick to share her telephone number and should feel secure enough to correspond with the men on her terms. “You don’t need to say anything clever or witty. Besides, you don’t want to lull them into a false depiction of your true character.” Angela slapped Julia’s arm lightly. She had always found her teasing quite comical. Julia proposed that if she wrote a response for Angela, then Angela had to promise to go get ready for aerobics class and take her mind off dating for an hour. Angela agreed.
Julia was a legal secretary , adept at piecing together her boss’s true intentions and his garbled dictation in order to formulate comprehensible documents, thereby deflecting the humiliating light that would otherwise be cast upon a good man to whom she was veritably devoted. She was fascinated with the powerful nature of words.
By the time Angela had changed into her workout shorts and camisole, Julia had replied to Aiden’s message, logged off and shut down the computer.
“I need to see what you wrote,” Angela said sharply, disturbed by Julia’s thoughtlessness.
“Read it when you get home.” Julia’s response was flippant.
“Tell me what you wrote! ” Angela demanded.
“He’ll love it, and you will too,” Julia smiled and pushed her towards the door. Julia was, by far, the more stubborn of the two, and Angela had learned to choose her battles wisely. She knew that if Julia had made up her mind not to tell her, pursuing the matter would be fruitless.
Angela remained annoyed with her sister throughout the entire aerobics class, and whereas the class would usually function as a welcomed stress reliever, Angela found tha t at the end of it, she was as tense as when she began, just a lot sweatier and more out of breath.
As soon as she arrived home, she logged onto the website intending to see what Julia had written to Aiden. Notification that she had new messages caught her eye and she clicked her inbox to see if the messages were more promising than the earlier one. A message from MattCu28 read:
“ Hello Pretty Lady,
I’m looking for a friend who will always be by my side; even when we’re physically apart. Interested?
Matt ”
Angela disagreed wholeheartedly with the person who coined the phrase, ‘flattery will get you nowhere’. She was completely flattered, not to mention impressed by the fact that he hadn’t used a standardized message, but had composed his own; and although she wasn’t sure if it was cheesy or sweet, she liked it.
Another look at his profile reminded her that he was a data analyst with a master’s degree, and a regular attendee at a local Baptist church, who viewed his religion as a central part of his life. He was 5’11”, athletic, had gray-blue eyes and mousy-blond hair. His favorite things were authentic seafood, psychological movies, numbers and intelligent conversation.
So as not to agonize over a response, Angela decided to whack the ball back into his court. Without much hesitation, she typed a simple response:
“ I’m very interested .
Angela . ”
There was another message from Aiden:
“ I’m in a hurry to get to know you. Block your number if you like, but don’t block the start of
“Of course .”
“Well, then. There could be any number of reasons why they haven’t answered yet. Give it time, deal with the one that has replied and stop talking trash about yourself.”
At Julia’s request, Angela pulled up the message from Aiden Jacobs, and explained her frustration at not being able to find anything witty or clever to say in response.
Julia agreed that Angela should not be so quick to share her telephone number and should feel secure enough to correspond with the men on her terms. “You don’t need to say anything clever or witty. Besides, you don’t want to lull them into a false depiction of your true character.” Angela slapped Julia’s arm lightly. She had always found her teasing quite comical. Julia proposed that if she wrote a response for Angela, then Angela had to promise to go get ready for aerobics class and take her mind off dating for an hour. Angela agreed.
Julia was a legal secretary , adept at piecing together her boss’s true intentions and his garbled dictation in order to formulate comprehensible documents, thereby deflecting the humiliating light that would otherwise be cast upon a good man to whom she was veritably devoted. She was fascinated with the powerful nature of words.
By the time Angela had changed into her workout shorts and camisole, Julia had replied to Aiden’s message, logged off and shut down the computer.
“I need to see what you wrote,” Angela said sharply, disturbed by Julia’s thoughtlessness.
“Read it when you get home.” Julia’s response was flippant.
“Tell me what you wrote! ” Angela demanded.
“He’ll love it, and you will too,” Julia smiled and pushed her towards the door. Julia was, by far, the more stubborn of the two, and Angela had learned to choose her battles wisely. She knew that if Julia had made up her mind not to tell her, pursuing the matter would be fruitless.
Angela remained annoyed with her sister throughout the entire aerobics class, and whereas the class would usually function as a welcomed stress reliever, Angela found tha t at the end of it, she was as tense as when she began, just a lot sweatier and more out of breath.
As soon as she arrived home, she logged onto the website intending to see what Julia had written to Aiden. Notification that she had new messages caught her eye and she clicked her inbox to see if the messages were more promising than the earlier one. A message from MattCu28 read:
“ Hello Pretty Lady,
I’m looking for a friend who will always be by my side; even when we’re physically apart. Interested?
Matt ”
Angela disagreed wholeheartedly with the person who coined the phrase, ‘flattery will get you nowhere’. She was completely flattered, not to mention impressed by the fact that he hadn’t used a standardized message, but had composed his own; and although she wasn’t sure if it was cheesy or sweet, she liked it.
Another look at his profile reminded her that he was a data analyst with a master’s degree, and a regular attendee at a local Baptist church, who viewed his religion as a central part of his life. He was 5’11”, athletic, had gray-blue eyes and mousy-blond hair. His favorite things were authentic seafood, psychological movies, numbers and intelligent conversation.
So as not to agonize over a response, Angela decided to whack the ball back into his court. Without much hesitation, she typed a simple response:
“ I’m very interested .
Angela . ”
There was another message from Aiden:
“ I’m in a hurry to get to know you. Block your number if you like, but don’t block the start of
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