Just the Thought of This Made Me Cry...

And no the answer isn't what words were or were not to be capitalized in that title sentence. Though, that did stress me out and I am still not certain I got it all right. I think that looks like a good question for "Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?" Which, have no fear, because I teach 6th grade... SCIENCE.

I hate to make this announcement, because I have been fighting this so well and for soooo long. I've been bombarded by so many friends to do this. I've brushed their suggestions off as being absurd and a bit premature every time they've mentioned it. I'm still not convinced this is for me and I am kind-of ashamed to even admit what I am doing.

But, at my lowest point this weekend, when I was telling my roommate the story of former interest, she brought this back up. And during my moment of weakness I flew the white flag and gave in.

I joined eHarmony.

Uhhhh.....there, I said it. I'm still not happy about it. I just don't think the type of guy I am looking for would be the type of guy that would go on eHarmony. But I am up for the challenge of being proven wrong.

Every time she made the argument as to why I should join, I seriously cried. Granted, I might have been a little on edge from the whole former interest thing. But I still cried at the mere mention of eHarmony. And I wanted to continue crying as I spent HOURS filling out the personality profile. No kidding, they leave no stone unturned. I think they might've even had a question about that...something like, "when stones are in your horizon, on a scale of 1 to 10, how many do you turn over?"

I did join under one condition. That my roommate and best friend help weed through the "options" with me. They've been given full access to my account and I have been updated daily on who I should communicate with, who I should put on hold and who I should reject. There's something in it for them too, the opportunity for them to avoid doing actual work at work. Which is nice for them. You just can't have people working too hard, ya know?

The good news for you is that I see lots of potential blogging material to come from this in my future. Which means I foresee several awkward moments with men I hardly know on the horizon.

And just thinking about that plus the fact that I ran 5 miles this evening makes me want to go to bed immediately.

(I guess if you are going to look at this like an optimist, this means that my nightmares of Thanksgiving will be replaced with nightmares of first dates. At least with dates I don't have to see the person again...and again...and again...)