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Score so far
Score so far
Note: the emotion should be whimsical, but that wasn't an option
Well after a month with a paid membership I have sent out about 25 initial e-mails. The response so far has been 3 initial replies that ended after the second e-mail and 2 replies thanking me for my interest but declining further contact and three women that never came back to the site. Usually I have to meet them in person before missions to third world countries with moderate to heavy political turmoil or the Federal Witness Protection Program become viable options. I must be getting better. (To the women that did reply, Thank You for the consideration)
I make a concentrated effort only to mail women that it appears that I have something in common with and that give me enough to write an original letter to. You know, the ones that repeat "No Single Men" 15 times in their profile. I'm sure that if they meet me they'll change their minds. (Not really, but there are apparently guys that do do that.)
I love pictures of breasts, but it is somewhat difficult to write an e-mail to them. Maybe Shakespere could compose an ode to them or Homer could write an epic poem about the war to possess them (oh, wait, he did), but I'm not that good. As I look through the I Want entry below I realize that I am not likely to find it here. The odds are just too overwhelming (much like the volume of e-mail the women apparently receive). Even compositions worthy of the Bard can get lost in the shuffle of 75 consecutive "let's f***" letters.
This doesn't mean that I'm going to commence whining like many of the pathetic guys in the advice columns. I'm going to stick it out for a little while longer and see if I can improve my writing enough to make a better impression in the initial letter. The advice line is also occasionally a fun place to "people watch". You never know, lightening could strike and someone will respond and want to meet me. Of course the lightening will probably strike my computer and I'd never know it.
Keep the chrome off the asphalt.