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.