SWF

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 :)