In a weak moment I re-upped with Match.com today. I don't know why. I'm a glutton for punishment. I had $60 to blow. I have buyer's remorse.
Right away I get this notification:
Right away I get this notification:
The one what? The one to put me in his trunk? The one to leave me in assorted trash bags along a mile of rural highway? Kind of a hardened selfie there, chief.
He's probably a nice guy...Dateline reports that the young woman said to her friend shortly before she disappeared...sorry, sidebar. But I figured out who he is. He's the one (of many) that doesn't use capitals, punctuation or complete sentences...
His entire email:
And his profile:
I just can't escape these guys. I stand a better chance escaping from a trunk.
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