I’d done it. Posted a profile. I was ready for the letters to come in.

 

And, did they! Something like 250 in the first day! I was in chocolate cherry heaven! Eager to dig in, I opened the first letter:

 

PCSDavid wrote:

Lucky girl… I love Atlanta… great town. – David
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And that was it! THAT was it? WHO would write a letter like this? I was expecting something a bit more…I don’t know…intoxicating? At least, something about my hair, or my eyes…SOMETHING! What’s next? The weather?

I clicked on the link to read his profile.

 

He was cute, in a young Tom Hanks with an Indiana Jones hat kind of way. He looked…young. I glanced at his age and laughed. He was 30; I, 42…

 

 I read his profile. A few things caught my eye. He mentioned he was an atheist/agnostic, was pairing down his animal collection, and was “driven”. He also had quite a lot to say about the proper way to spoil a woman.

 

 And so, I hit the reply button and began:

 

Dear Indiana Jones,

3 questions:

1)Your skin is flawless. What amazing anti-wrinkle cream do you manufacture and sell?

2)Why in the world would you think Atlanta is a great town, when stacked against all of the other great towns in the world. Wouldn’t Atlanta be “good’ against that competition?

3)Why would a self-described “driven” someone waste time on a couple of fly by e-mails, without going in for the close?!

Michelle

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And, with that letter, our banter flowed… 

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