So....apparently I'm cute....

[azraelz_angel]

So, apparently someone thinks I'm cute...really cute...



So, I got this email today. And it's from a girl, Molly, that I went to high school with. She's a couple years older than me but we played volleyball and softball together in school, and I'm the same age and friends with her little sister, Monica.

To give you a little background on myself and the whole reason for this post, in an attempt to make myself not so pathetic in the dating department, I've put myself on match.com.

Well, the stupid thing that I hate - hate - about match.com is that if you do not pay them money for a subscription, you will never know who is emailing you. Other services let you see the emails and then decide whether you want to join and pay to reply, but not match.com. So I have four emails in my account that I won't be reading in the near future because I'm too poor to go get them. And I don't really know that the whole online dating thing is a good enough cause to spend my money...

So, apparently a guy that has winked at me and/or emailed me, that I didn't reply to (due to financial reasons and/or cause I wasn't attracted to them) has tracked me down. Now, I probably should be a little nervous and scared about his detective abilities, but instead I'll go with flattered. Cause flattered is nicer and makes me feel less worried for my safety *wink*.

Anyway, enough rambling, I got this email from Molly:

Hi Kelley- remember me?
How are you?!

I'm sure you are dying to know why I emailed you, fortunately Monica was able to tell me your address, so I'll get right to it.

I have a friend who was on match.com. He and I were chatting about it and basically, what it comes down to, is that he was trying to figure out who you are since he couldn't contact you via match. All I have told him is that your first name is Kelley, you went to XXXX High School, were the softball pitcher that took us to states, and that you were a sweetheart and listened to the beat of your own drum. I told him there was a chance I'd be able to get in touch with you and that I would see if you were interested.

My friend's name is Brian. He went to XXXX High School in XXXX but his family lives in XXXX(my home town). He's a good guy. Very bright. works out 5 days/week. Light blond hair, blue eyes, 6'0 tall, cute...very cute by some standards. He's big into outdoor activities. Has traveled a bit and actually lived in South Africa for 18 months- although it was 6 months once and 12 months some years later. I can honestly say he's worth knowing.

So.... I'm guessing you don't get emails like this everyday! Don't hesitate to ask me any questions. Let me know if you would like his contact information or if it would be acceptable to tell him your email address.

Molly

Seriously, I haven't talked to Molly since... I can't remember the last time - it's been years since I last saw her, probably in a bar. So, since this guy went through all this trouble to track me down I'm thinking he's at least worth meeting. Right? I trust Molly and Monica, so that isn't an issue.

I just think the whole damn thing is crazy. Crazy!

I'll keep you all updated on the crazy match.com adventures.

Oh, and PS - my favorite part of her email to me is this section of a line:
...and listened to the beat of your own drum.

It made me giggle and smile because it is so true it's frightening. And when I went to high school I was a bit of a freak. I hung out with the scary kids that wore black makeup and dark clothes and had piercings (but I wasn't one of them). And I didn't exactly have the best concept of dressing and style back in high school. Looking back on it, I was a wreck, but I like it. I guess I was either confident enough (that is what I like to believe) or just so blah-blah-blah in the head that I didn't realize I wasn't well-dressed and stylish. I'll go with confident. Yep. And the real reason that she probably put that comment in there, is because I wore Docs to school every day and just put on whatever socks I first grabbed out of my drawer. They never matched. They were usually bright neon colors (purple, pink, lime green, yellow, blue, etc.) that clashed with each other and that is what I ended up in during softball practice. People still make references to that and it's been years since I graduated!

Oh, and because it is my journal and I'll allowed to be as conceited as I want - HERE is a Pic of Me so you see just how cute I am. (Or may not be... *wink*) But I have been told by the lovely and beautiful avamclean that I'm cute. *hugs you baby*

Anyway, enough rambling, off to reply to Molly's email with something.

Comments

[satyrnfive.livejournal.com]

I second the cuteness. :) And I'd like to remind you that when we stopped at my store you were referred to as "the hot red-head" that was with me.

Good luck with it and remember that you are made of awesome.

[azraelz-angel.livejournal.com]

*snuggles you* You are a cutie too! *loves on you*

Oh, the "hot red-head" that Steve brought in with him aka the comment that included "just how ballsy is Steve to bring the girl he's cheating on his wife with into the store". I seem to remember a comment like that from one of your employees. Freaks, mind your own business :)

I am made of awesome. *beams* Just wait until he finds out I get all hot and bothered over gay porn....and that I write it! And god forbid he ever read this journal. *snicker*

[satyrnfive.livejournal.com]

Yeah...well the people at the store are all about the gossip. lol. Of course the guy that works for me that said that always seems to get involved with women that have boyfriends/husbands. So it just seemed natural to him I suppose. :)

And personally I'd be happy for you to get hot and bothered by gay porn as long as I got the direct benefit of said hot-and-bothered-ness. Just saying. :D

[silentflux]

This is pretty awesome that he had the drive/initiative to go looking for you! And you are definitely cute :) You should go for it and see what this guy is like!