As Spring turns to Summer

I found my first silver hair. Sigh. That is all.

29 Ways to Say 'I Love You'

Once upon a time, after several hours passed in the Seelye basement computer lab, I took a break from a psych paper or a take-home government final by clicking on an e-harmony ad. Whatever friend I was with thought it would be fun to see if we could be matched according to the 29 dimensions of my personality with someone, anyone really. (The pushy friend might be something I fabricated to console myself a year or two after the fact.)

Twenty minutes and 100+ questions later, I learned that I was unable to be matched. One of 4% of the people* in the world that were a hopeless cause. Once in awhile I remember this, think I must have made a mistake. Certainly I accidentally asked for a strict Christian with a high sex drive, who drinks daily, and close to my height (5'2") so I take it again, a little more slowly to see what comes of it.

Five years and a mixed handful of relationships later, I'm finally compatible with local strangers. The only downside is that I am not exactly single and even if I were, I don't think I'd date a boy that wanted to find love on that particular corner of the web. Regardless, I still feel relieved that Dr. Warren finally views me as worthy of a partner.

*The eharmony sample excludes anyone searching for the same gender and anyone who isn't single. I assume that they are also excluding those without internets.