whisper, a twinge of fear in Cora’s voice.
“Oh for fuck 's sake Cora, sit down and click the link, we’ll walk through this together. Why can’t you do this shit while we’re in the office and I’m not all sex drunk and tired? Bashert is soul mate, it was in a book I read, I’m just trying out new words, you’re not the only smart one, Cora.” Kaelyn sighed deeply as she plopped down in a chair.
“You know the answer to the why, and as for sex drunk for a couple with two kids you and Tommy still hump like bunnies, when are you not sex drunk?”
“True, point for Cora; now click the damn link.”
Positioning the cursor and closing her eyes Cora clicked the link while she held her breath.
“Well, is it him?” Kaelyn asks, and Cora can just see her making the move it along hand motions.
“ I don’t know, my eyes are closed,” she stammers cringingly.
“Cora Erin O’Malley, open your damn eyes and read the friggen profile, why do you always borrow trouble and worry?”
Slowly Cora peeled her eyelids up and looked, and gasped and looked a little closer.
Hopping out of her chair, she does a stunningly accurate interpretation of the Snoopy Happy Dance, “It’s him, it’s him, it’s him!” She plopped in the office chair at the hotel desk and spun until she was dizzy.
She then read off all the particulars to Kaelyn and a strategy was discussed. As they were hanging up Kaelyn said, “Okay, draft your email and send it to me, we’ll work on it until it’s perfect and then you can send it.”
“Oh, I’m not going to respond to his ad , Kaelyn,” Cora said in a matter of fact tone, which she thought broached, no retort. Oh how wrong she was.
“Are you out of your mind , Cora? This is what you’ve been waiting for, you know he’s free, and he has an ad so he isn’t opposed to a woman making the first move, why wouldn’t you respond?” Exasperation was evident in Kaelyn’s tone.
“He knew me when I was fat, he doesn’t want to go out with me or he would have already asked,” she sighed, “it just makes me happy to know no one else is currently tapping that.”
“I’m going to bed, when you get to the office on Monday we are booking the small conference room for lunch where I will proceed to beat some sense into you. ”
Cora snapped her phone closed and read and re-read Daniel’s profile .
Two of a Kind is Better Than A Full House:
What does a person say in these types of things, I like long walks on the beach and piña coladas? Oh wait, no that’s a crappy 70s song. What am I looking for? I’m looking for someone to spend time with, someone who *gets* me, someone who I can be myself with, no filters. I’m a great brother and a great friend, and a decent son. I get along with animals and help old ladies cross the streets. Now that sounds like I’m bucking for Eagle Scout, and I never actually made it past Webelos.
I’m laid back, a typical New England sports fan. I work in IT for a mid-sized company.
I’m just open to what life brings. I go with the flow. I want to get to know someone, and this is probably no better or worse a venue than a bar or some daughter of a friend of my mom’s from church or her book club. Since A. I’m not really a churchgoer, and B. unless it’s a technical manual I probably haven’t read it, this should work just as well. I work hard. I love to travel and I’m looking for someone to share the road with. So if you’re interested here are some icebreaker questions. (Apparently, Dates4You is nice enough to provide me a sample list so I don’t have to actually think about this.)
1. Glass half-full or half empty?
2. Road less travelled or well-worn path?
3. Life of the party or wallflower?
4. What’s your idea for a perfect weekend?
Okay, that’s all I’ve got,