Charming, but single

I’ve spent the past few days revamping my online dating profile. I figured that since I’m paying for another month, I should put some effort into it – a new picture, perhaps. Updating my interests and refining the language. Kind of like getting a virtual haircut and a push-up bra, if you will. I’ve been e-mailing with two new guys for the past few days. Both are 30. One is a writer and the other is a nurse. Both have cute pictures and messaged me, which is nice. The down side to the Writer is that he lives about 45 minutes away. I am opposed to this because I want the support of someone in town. I’ve said it before – I don’t want to have to drive more than a half hour for a post-work hug. That’s just not the kind of person I am. The Nurse looks more promising. He lives in town and we seem to have a lot of things in common. He’s tall. Tall enough that I would only wear heels and still stand shorter than he does. This excites me. I’m trying not to approach this like a job, but I’m thinking that I should set goals. “Wink” at a certain number of guys. Settle for no going out with no fewer than four or five guys a month. Set tangible benchmarks to measure my dating success – much like I do for projects and tasks in my job. I’ve also done some rejecting. One guy who was two years younger than I am who seemed too religious for me and didn’t drink. After dealing with the Relief Worker and his judgment, I decided that I didn’t want to have to pretend to not be a social butterfly party girl from the get go to impress a guy. No thank you. The other guy was my age, but had a child. And my name is not Mommy. Also, The Crier messaged me and apologized for making me feel uncomfortable and asked that I call him to hang out as “friends.” No thanks.