This morning as I rolled out of bed the sun was shining the birds were chirping and I was ready to conquer the day! I go to the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cheerios and sit down to take my first bite and my mom slams a magazine down on the table and says, "this guy looks nice."
I needed a little more than 10 minutes of consciousness before tackling this conversation but I was still delirious from sleep and mistakenly said "huh?" Then she said the last thing I was expecting to hear on a Saturday morning, "Its a personal ad!"
Holy shit.
I pick up the magazine and, honestly, the guy sounds decent enough. He likes camping, motorcycles, said he was raised with a good work ethic, all that great stuff. He is also tall, 35 and "looking for a nice gal." Well I can see where my mother thought this could be my soul mate with me being a nice gal and all.
My next fear was that my mom went out and purchased a magazine full of personal ads and was going to try to get me to write to one of them. I mean, I know that lady needs some grand kids, but its not like she is the only one that can hear my clock ticking. So trembling with fear I flip to the front cover and you will never guess what magazine it is... Rural Electric Nebraskan.
Holy shit.
Not only is there a magazine that provides you with up to date information on all of your electricity needs, but the last page is totally dedicated to person ads! I am entirely fascinated by this! There are guys and gals, young and old, tall and short, smoker and non-smokers. This is a wide variety of people looking for companionship!
Now, please don't get me wrong. I am in no way making fun of anyone that would put out a personal ad or that does any type of Internet dating. I think that if you find someone that you love, it really doesn't matter how you meet. Honestly good for these people for putting themselves out there!
Now I am sure you are wondering if I am actually going to write to this guy. Well, I am still recovering from an eHarmony incident that I might be brave enough, or drunk enough, to tell you about someday. But today is not that day. Tomorrow ain't looking good either. Sorry folks.
So am I going to answer this personal ad? Wouldn't you like to know :)
