On to Greener Pastures http://bit.ly/GGdwMd

With only one suitable man left on the free website I'd been using, I decided to broaden my horizons and sign up for a different one. No, not SeaCaptianDate.com, which I've posted about before and is probably a joke, even though Jezebel insists it's legit. No, on the advice of Mimi, I rejoined one of the top paid dating sites, even though I knew I'd have to brace myself and be ready to endure the sight of scores of men who've been cruising there for at least five years under the same profile names with the same outdated pictures. Men whom I've rejected before and would have to remind all over again why we are not a match, as well as those who'd had a promising date or two with me, and then vanished from the face of the earth. Aargh.

One of the latter guys, Oh Doctor, who's been featured in two different posts here, emailed me. I'd seen his picture, the same one he was using three years ago, while browsing my "matches," and scrolled right on past. It didn't take him long to notice me and compose this piece of romantic brilliance: