Anne Marie Anderson
Before I knew his name, before I saw his face, before I ever knew what hit me, I responded, “I don’t reply to men without a profile picture.” Years and years of on-line dating had made me cynical. In the subject line he wrote: “Just Curious.” Innocent enough. . . yet, the communication, though normal, felt “charged” with innuendo. There was something in the way he scrambled to post his photo, trying furiously after many attempts to recapture and keep my attention. And before I could delete him, his photo popped up.
I vaguely remember being a bit surprised, but I clearly remember saying out loud, “Hmmm, this should be interesting.” I cringed as I read his profile. He was 13 years younger than me; divorced; in fact NEWLY divorced, (making me, ugh, rebound girl, a definite RED flag). His very first question was about the white paper I wrote to influence changing the disabled parking laws. I was bewitched.
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