There are a lot of really funny parts so it was difficult for me to narrow down my excerpt selection, but I hope you find this as funny as I did.So, I'd heard all the bad advice and more while spending the better part of my prime hoping the right guy was going to happen along while I was too busy loving myself to notice. When I finally did meet a meet the man I eventually married, one of my friends said, "Good for you. You did the work on yourself and the right guy came into your life." Wrong. I did eventually find "the one" but I credit luck, AOL and some particularly bad dates with other people for my husband, Jon. I didn't suddenly develop a better, more evolved personality.
In the old days of the Internet, everyone had AOL - sadly, I still do, mostly because I'm deathly afraid of change, not because I like AOL. But back then we were a proud community; we felt we belonged to one of the first networking sites and we filled out our member profiles, listing our hobbies, jobs, marital status, and age, with great gusto.
It just so happened that I enjoyed looking up these member profiles, finding people who were online at the time and then sending them a random instant message along the lines of "Hi, I'm seventy-five years young and looking for a good time. You game?" Usually the recipient of my communication either completely ignored me or immediately asked for my height/weight/pic, which is gross. Come on, I'm seventy-five!
Thanks to the Eloise May Library, I enjoyed this book for my two weeks and am on my way at lunch today to pick up a new one, Julia Phillips You'll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again.
