Tuesday, September 18, 2007


After miniscule protestation I succumbed to a sinister plot hatched by 3 evil co-workers to sign me up to match.com. They concocted the plan, created an account, and graciously invited me to participate in less then a minute.

My dating life quickly became the obsession of my office. Every Monday, the girls would line up outside my office for “Charmaine’s Date Report”.

Here’s The Deal
I’m 40 something and I don’t date. Frankly the thought of dating made me physically ill. I mean, panic attack, palms sweating and heart-racing heart kind of ill. I told myself all the men my age want 25 year olds women so why bother?

The first time I talked to a match.com candidate. I almost passed out. Er, I tend to exaggerate but I actually felt light headed.

That was almost a month ago…I’ve changed. (But not entirely.)

Without further ado let me introduce you to the much sought after “Charmaines Date Report” a copy written feature of Grey Matters. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.


P.O.M. said...

You MAY have slightly been coerced into such matters, however you have blossemed quite nicely. We are proud, little grosshopper. Date On!

BP said...

Forty-ish? Be proud. You're 46. That's closer to 50 than 40.

Charmaine said...