by Cindere11a

Created on: May 31, 2008

The weekend flew by and after endless hours of primping and preparation, I finally felt ready to meet my perfect match on the Dr. Phil Show. Slinky black top and black fitted pants - check! Favorite gold hoop earrings and matching bracelet - check! Sexy black sandals with 4" heel - oh yeah, baby - check!

Okay, so now what?, I contemplated, while aimlessly wandering around the house in my favorite pink PJ's. I was starting to feel sleepy, but knew I was way too excited and wired to fall asleep right away. Well, I thought, I could have another glass of wine. Maybe that would relax me.

"Oh sure", popped up Sybil. "You look crummy enough in the morning without adding a late glass of wine to the equation. Can you say 'bloated and puffy?'

I hated to admit it, but she was right. Okay, forget the wine. Hey - I know! Why didn't I think of this sooner? The invitation from PerfectMatch.com stated that each person would be matched up with a member from their website so...

"Well, dummy", interrupted 'Ms. Rudeness' before I could finish my thought, "what are you waiting for? Fire up that computer and let's have a gander at our possibilities!"

'Our' possibilities? Ha. Like I'm letting Mata Hari loose on the show, I cringed, as I opened my laptop and began trolling ah-h, I mean, 'scrolling' for interesting candidates.

Let's see. I'll click on Nathan he sounds nice; 'click' and open - Aackk! Get back quick! My gosh man, the last thing I want to see is the inside of your nose. Why in the heck would a guy think it's cool to post a photo taken of his face pressed up against the bathroom mirror, I murmured, shaking my head.

Surely there have to be a few good men on this website. Scrolling down a bit more I decided to check out Conroy; "...enjoys fine dining, working out, loves animals...". Sounds okay, but the proof, as they say, is in the pudding so better check out his pic; 'click' and open Cute face, great hair, beautiful eyes...if I wanted to date a freaking cat! I hate cats. If I wanted a cat I'd buy one.

Irked, yet determined to find at least one diamond in the rough, I randomly clicked over to Page Three of PerfectMatch.com hopefuls and came upon a name that peaked my curiosity; Giovanni. Sigh. The name conjured up a delicious image of a tall, dark, handsome, Italian.

"Duh. No kidding. What'd ya think he was Armenian?"

Shut up, Sybil.

"Please, God", I prayed, hesitating to open Giovanni's profile. "Let there be at least one good man on this site. If I end up driving 3 hours to Hollywood

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