I typically screen my work phone calls, particularly when they come from an -800 number. Once I answered it and got suckered into a 25 minute argument about why I wouldn’t buy advertising on dogandcat.com. (Now, actually going to that URL, I think it may have been a scam…probably why the lady was so insistent). So when an -888 number (isn’t that the code for the late night “local singles” porn numbers?) dialed in at about 10:30 am yesterday I hit “Ignore” to send it to voicemail. Oops. It was my bank, telling me they had a sketchy charge on my card and if I didn’t call back by noon, they’d freeze my account. At 5:58 when I finally checked the message, I called the automated service to verify my charges, only to discover that eHarmony charges as “Miscellaneous Personal Services.” My boss thinks it’s so people can cheat on their spouses without being found out. I’m just thrilled that Wachovia now thinks I’m paying for porn (or worse!) at 10:30 am at work. Excellent.
But I digress. By now I’ve come to look forward to my morning emails. Browsing an average of 10 new potential matches like a Banana Republic catalog is a pretty good kick-start to my day (though it’s still got nothin on crowd-scanning for Lenny on the Today Show). However, I’m astounded to discover that there are apparently only 50 compatible men in all of NYC proper. This morning (6 days in!?) my matches were all from far off lands called Suffern, NY and Oradell, New Jersey. Last time I checked, those were not NYC boroughs.
Have subway pass. Will travel? I think not.
Xo,
$ingle Lady #1
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