Well, it had to happen sometime. Someone on the dating site, in an effort to woo me, has played the Ebola card. This is someone who has emailed me a couple of times, but I remain not interested for a variety of reasons. One, he lives two hours away; two, I am not attracted to him; and three, in his previous emails, he seemed pretty bitter about the whole dating thing altogether, and told me in no uncertain terms in his last email that I am picky, I ask for too much, I am a lonely, aging spinster, and Superman isn't out there. I took offense of course. Don't tell ME Superman isn't out there ready to swoop in. Anywho, in my last correspondence to him, which was really intended to be my LAST, I told him that I was offended by what he said. I told him that I have every right to be picky, and for that matter, I am not desperate enough to settle for just any one just for the sake of having a man. I told him that I am happy, I love my life, and I am just fine staying busy running my own little show until that special person finally shows up, be it today, tomorrow, or five years from now.
This morning, I woke up and checked my emails. Sure enough, there was a reply. I hesitated reading the vitriol that was sure to be inside, but unfortunately, in order to block and individual, which is what I was intending to do, you have to open the email. What I read wasn't quite what I expected. He was, I guess you could say, contrite and overly apologetic that what he had said offended me. But it didn't stop there, oh no.
"Now is no time to be picky....I would do anything to meet you and make you happy. With this new outbreak going on, we can't waste any more of our precious time. It's going to kill us all. Please call me ***-***-**** as soon as you read this. Let's die in one another's arms. I'm your new man........"
Well, a happy bright Sunday to you too, Skippy.
Sweet Blessed Jesus. BLOCK ))shudder((
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