So, there I was,

scrolling through my favorites to reach the I-Ching website. 

Click, click.  Click, click.

Man, I was sure glad Frankie was not in the room.  I about fell out of my chair...well, slid...out of my chair.  I had suddenly begun to drool. 

There...in an ad was a picture of three, stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, men.  All three were over fifty (so the ad states) (although I seriously doubt it) (they looked maybe in their early forties), and I was told I could look at their profiles for FREE!

Oh, my, oh, me.  I was sorely tempted.  I mean, these guys were...were...clean shaven, hair neatly coiffured, clothes neat-clean-tidy, and mine for the asking.  It was the one in the middle that got me.  Salt and pepper hair, ruggedly handsome, without the rugged.  You could tell he worked out.  You could tell he probably had a good paying job, as though financially you would never have to work a day in your life ever again.

Have I got you hooked?

Okay, okay, I know these guys don't exist in the real dating market.  But I gotta tell you for the first time, my mouse quivered toward the 'browse free' box. 

Poof!

On my left shoulder sat that little guy in the red suit, pitchfork in hand. "Go ahead," he whispered, "what could it hurt?"

The little girl in white on my right shoulder, leaned out over my neck blubber, and chastised the 'Devil'.  "Are you kidding me!!!  Do you realize just how vulnerable this old broad is?  Turn her loose in a web-site like this and she might not eat or drink for days!!!"

I want to brush her off my shoulder, and tell  her to get lost, but the 'Devil' did that for me.  Man, I didn't realize the power he had.  "Go ahead," he said, "What could it hurt?  After all, you're just browsing." 

Angel is standing on my keyboard, readjusting her halo.  "Listen up buddy, this woman had better things to do with her time, and, just what makes you think she wants a man in her life.  Right Sandra.?"

"Sandra?"

"Sandra!"

"SANDRA ANN!"

I'm brought back to reality, but I'm still gazing at this gorgeous hunk-a, hunk-a.  I do believe this is the first time my Guardian Angel has yelled at me. 

"Please tell me you are not going to hit that browse button." Angel pleaded.

With that, I place Devil down on the keyboard next to Angel.  They are glaring at each other.  I had better make a decision soon or things could get ug--ly.

Enter Frankie:

"What the heck is going on here, what's with all the shouting?"

Oh, Boy.  Just what I need another opinion.

Frankie glances at my computer screen.  This threw her into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.  "Really, really, you're looking at a dating service...have you learned nothing...remember not long ago you would not allow me to delve into that black abyss?"

And, with that, she took control of my mouse, and 'poof' the handsome men, the Devil and my Angel were gone. 

"Idiot."  Said Frankie leaving the room.

Why yes, yes I am.  "Click."