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were no work crises, she responded to some other non-critical items.  Then she opened her personal email account, [email protected] , she thought it was a witty email address, answered some emails from a college friend, deleted some stuff that was clearly SPAM, and then there was her standard weekly email from Date4You.com, a dating service she’d created a profile on  years ago.  After her disastrous string of dates with men who had fat girl fetishes and only wanted to get laid, she’d stopped opening her weekly digest of possible candidates and had turned off her profile from public viewing, but she’d never deleted it, she didn’t know why but felt like that final step was admitting failure. 
    What harm would it do to read the digest? She knew she’d never have the balls to ask Daniel for coffee, let alone a real date, and forget letting him see her naked, she was slimmer, but she had stretch marks and some parts sagged more than she liked, they always would and someone special might get to see her in flagrante delecto, but not any time soon.
    O kay, deep breath, move the arrow, click and open.  Then close the email, get up, pace around the room, sign off on the room service ticket, chug down a glass of wine, points be damned, sit back down in front of the laptop and click on the email again.
                 
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008 12:01 a.m.
    Subject: weekly digest of potential matches
    Dear She’s By The Numbers,
    Here is a listing of men we think would be a great match for you.  Our site has had thousands of successful matches, many of which have turned into long-term relationships and marriages. You could be next!
    Gregg: 45, divorced, lawyer, looking for a casual relationship
    Daniel: 38 , single, works in IT, looking to start a new phase in life, something with potential
    James: 27, no response, construction worker, looking for good time
    The email listed seven other people but she was transfixed on the second person on the list.  It couldn’t be, could it?  She wouldn’t know if she didn’t click the link, for now it held potential, possibility, a sweet little sunny kitchen in a bungalow.  Clicking on it could show her some other IT Daniel, anyone but who she wanted, and what if what he wanted didn’t match her list?  And could he deal with her own personal albatross?
    It was too soon to think about the last part, but she couldn’t not hit the link, right?  God, she wished Kaelyn were here, she’d know what to do. What time is it?  Checking her cell phone she saw it was just nine, she needed Kaelyn, too bad if she was busy rocking Tommy’s world, she needed her more than he did. She shot off a quick text and then sat and waited while she tried to choke down her salad.
    When the phone rang , she nearly jumped out of her skin. 
    With no preamble or greeting Cora whooshed out a statement in one breath, “Do you believe in fate, kismet, karma, good things come to those who wait, the meek shall inherit the earth, that kinda shit?”
    “Slow down,” Kaelyn yawned, “what the hell are you talking about, did you fuck a boring accountant who you now have decided is your bashert?”
    “No, this is way bigger than a one off bean counter fuck, and bashert?” Cora rolled her eyes, really Kaelyn could be so dense sometimes. “I opened my Dates4You match digest tonight. I was bored and feeling lonely and thought I’d see what was swimming in the pond.  Out of the ten, nine were duds, but there was one, his name is Daniel and he works in IT and lives in the Boston area.”
    A pregnant pause hung heavy while she waited for Kaelyn to respond.
    “Well, what do you think , Kaelyn?”
    “Is it him?  Did you read his profile?” She could hear Kaelyn getting out of bed, shushing her husband and starting to walk around.
    “No , of course not, I can’t click on it, what if it is him?” It was almost a