boyfriendster

A few weeks ago, I got set up on Friendster.

A few weeks ago, I got set up on Friendster by someone whom I’ve never met, but thought I “seemed cute,” and would make a good match for his also-cute friend, Jon.

Ballsy, right?

What I thougth was equally as ballsy was when I replied to his message with:

I’m sorry. I’m sure your friend Jon is very nice, but I’m not actually here to meet anybody.

Did that work? No way. Not only did I hear back from him with a note that said, “Perfect. Neither is he.” but a rather charming message from Jon as well. So, I read the note, had a look at his profile and photos. Yes, turns out, Jon is cute. Maybe a bit too much hair-product use, but overall, attractive.

So, what? He’s relatively cute. Okay, and fairly smart, too. For MIT and all. And the foreign film I have listed on my profile? He’s not only seen it, but can quote the sequel. Why? Because he speaks French, too. You know, living in Paris will do that to a guy. He doesn’t listen to atrocious music. He doesn’t watch too much TV (not even sports) and he plays the guitar. Among other things.

I’m totally waiting to discover that he has a midget porn addiction or an extra toe.

‘Cause that’s just the way these things work.

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