I join. I go to sleep. I wake up and SHAZAM! there are 11 emails waiting for me in my very own little mailbox provided for me by datestrangemen.com. Now I had only joined the "free" version of said website. In order to see my 11 exciting emails I must pay. Shit. I am like a kid looking at 11 wrapped presents with big bows on top! I can not stand it! I curse my friend for making me his designated stalker. I do what every level headed woman would do at 7 am without having so much as put 1 foot on the ground and brewed herself a hot cup of joe. I whip out the credit card and type in the numbers with 1 eye open. I HAVE to see these emails! I know that there are 11 fantastic men at the end of these emails! How can I pass it up? I'll just join for 1 month....... Friend owes me $40 bucks. He can pay it off in increments of sangria.
Now some of these emails from new and exciting and fabulous men are a mere 4 words "Hi, how are you"? Hmpf. Not exactly worth much dollar wise. Some of them are novels (no, I don't really need to know every intimate detail of your life just yet there Sparky). I move those to the side. Make room for the good stuff boys! I read them all and there are a few that I read a second time. Maybe this isn't so bad after all! I will let the dog out, brew some java and answer some emails.
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