Remember that my dad signed me up for eHarmony. You can close your mouth, I know. If you didn't see that one, you can read it here.
Here's the update...
Nothing was happening.
I made the profile and maybe 5 people, TOTAL, e-mailed me. FIVE.
I kept thinking how disappointed my dad would be that his $30 was swimming away in a sea of nothingness.
Fast forward to my trip to Colorado...
Tom-How's eHarmony?
Katie-It sucks. Nobody writes me.
Tom-Well then you're doing it wrong because it's a !@#$ing DATING SITE. It's DESIGNED to talk to other people. We will be working on it tonight.
Katie-Hmm, well, I think that's ok but you're awfully aggressive and I'm going to need you to treat me with some kid gloves when you look at it.
Tom-Well then you better start drinking, because this is happening.
That evening he gets my computer and tells me to type in my information and then takes it back.
Tom-Well, first of all, why is your face bigger than the screen. That would scare anyone.
Katie-I can't fix itttt (getting a little whiny). I tried and I can't make it work.
He fixes the picture.
Then he scrolls to the next page.
Tom-Is this a joke?
Did you really write this?
Is this a Garth Brooks song?
Seriously, Katie, you better drink more because this I can't control myself.
No wonder nobody is writing you.
Why can't you just BE NORMAL?!
NORMAL, like you're being now.
Normal Katie.
I see that you're talking about soul mates again. Awesome.
I can't remember exactly what I had written but there was a lot of words like soul-mates, The Dance, creating a family together, how I love kids, gazing into someone's eyes, etc
To make a long story short, he did a complete overhaul of my page. The next day, eleven people wrote me. I told Danielle and, of course, she text him and told him. I can just see his smug smile.
He got home from work and said, "Who wrote? Was it Ian? Oh, we wrote him after you went to bed."
He asked me to refer to him as Cupid from now on.
Here's the update...
Nothing was happening.
I made the profile and maybe 5 people, TOTAL, e-mailed me. FIVE.
I kept thinking how disappointed my dad would be that his $30 was swimming away in a sea of nothingness.
Fast forward to my trip to Colorado...
Tom-How's eHarmony?
Katie-It sucks. Nobody writes me.
Tom-Well then you're doing it wrong because it's a !@#$ing DATING SITE. It's DESIGNED to talk to other people. We will be working on it tonight.
Katie-Hmm, well, I think that's ok but you're awfully aggressive and I'm going to need you to treat me with some kid gloves when you look at it.
Tom-Well then you better start drinking, because this is happening.
That evening he gets my computer and tells me to type in my information and then takes it back.
Tom-Well, first of all, why is your face bigger than the screen. That would scare anyone.
Katie-I can't fix itttt (getting a little whiny). I tried and I can't make it work.
He fixes the picture.
Then he scrolls to the next page.
Tom-Is this a joke?
Did you really write this?
Is this a Garth Brooks song?
Seriously, Katie, you better drink more because this I can't control myself.
No wonder nobody is writing you.
Why can't you just BE NORMAL?!
NORMAL, like you're being now.
Normal Katie.
I see that you're talking about soul mates again. Awesome.
I can't remember exactly what I had written but there was a lot of words like soul-mates, The Dance, creating a family together, how I love kids, gazing into someone's eyes, etc
To make a long story short, he did a complete overhaul of my page. The next day, eleven people wrote me. I told Danielle and, of course, she text him and told him. I can just see his smug smile.
He got home from work and said, "Who wrote? Was it Ian? Oh, we wrote him after you went to bed."
He asked me to refer to him as Cupid from now on.
