wanted to do the same for him. I marked all categories and only limited the age range a little. I was ready to truly branch out and see who was out there looking to fall in love too.
As soon as I made my profile public again, my body jolted with enthusiasm. This was it. I was on the hunt. I felt a slight twinge of guilt for publicizing my profile with dinner plans in my future, but I no longer felt that sense of dread. If Blue came through then I would forget all about MatchMe. If he didn’t show up, I would at least have something to distract me from the heartbreak.
As I surfed through the profile pictures, I was impressed. The faces I saw smiling at me didn’t seem like strangers. To me, they were on the same journey—in search of love.
With this warmth filling my heart, I clicked on one of the profiles. As I read through the description that warmth started to disappear. The man I’d chosen had very particular interests that had nothing to do with personality. The graphic requests he made left me with a sick feeling in my stomach. I shut down his profile and sat back in my chair for a moment. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to risk clicking on another profile.
Was that what the online dating scene was now? All I wanted was the chance to get to know someone, but maybe that wasn’t the way it was done anymore.
I clicked on the profile of another man. He looked handsome and his description sounded much better than the last. I clicked on the box that showed I was interested.
As I began looking through a few more profiles, I did find a dud or two, but there were also some quality guys to choose from. Of course all I saw was what they wanted me to see on their profile. The next step was making actual contact.
That step didn’t take long though. I started getting notifications of messages right away. As I read through them my hopes were dashed. There were quite a few requests for hook-ups. I had zero interest in that kind of connection. Then I came across a sweet message that asked for an opportunity to get to know me. I sent a note back that invited him to message back and forth with me. The more messages I received the more potential dates I accepted.
I could have spent all morning sitting in front of the computer browsing through profiles and responding to messages. Luckily, I had a breakfast date with Max to distract me from doing just that. I did, however, download the dating app onto my phone before leaving.
It was amazing to see how many men out there had an interest in meeting me. Of course I knew that some of them were less than genuine and some might even be dangerous, but with so many responses I was sure there had to be a handful of good guys in there.
As I walked into the restaurant, Max stood up from his booth and waved to me. I walked over and gave him a quick hug. When that familiar inkling of desire sparked, I reminded myself that I had plenty of other men to spark with.
“How are you this morning?” Max sat down across from me.
“Good. Excited.”
“About your date with Blue?” Max smiled. He pushed a menu across the table to me.
I picked it up and began looking through it.
“Sure. That should be fun.” I didn’t look away from the menu.
“So, that’s not what you’re excited about?”
“Not just that.”
“Then what?” Max pulled the top of the menu down slightly to look at me. “Do you have a surprise for me?”
“Maybe.” I laughed.
I decided on scrambled eggs. Once I had given my order to the waitress I turned back to Max. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could, my phone began chiming. I glanced at it to see that I had received several notes from men. I ignored them and put my phone back down.
“I think things are about to move in a positive direction for me.”
“Oh. Well, that’s good.” Max nodded.
I noticed him staring at my phone. It chimed a few more times. I picked it up and looked at the screen. I was about to ignore