Story Of My Life

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‘I need a username.  Suggestions please?’CC Image courtesy of Walt Stoneburner on Flickr

Beatrice has just alerted me to Hugo’s presence on a dating website.  So I’ve come to take a look.

‘You know it’s £35 to join?’ she says.

‘Registering is free.’

‘Will you be able to see the profiles?’

‘Only one way to find out!’

A couple of minutes later, I’m in.  I go to Advanced Search and enter his details.  Blue eyes, slim, works in Banking and Financial Services, 28…

‘Found him!’

I read the profile.

Now what?  Only one thing for it.  I start filling out my own.

‘Argh it’s asking for my job title!’ I say.

I’ve a feeling ‘human signpost’ isn’t going to cut it.  Ditto ‘free spirit’.

‘Yes it’s for young professionals.’

Beatrice is very clued up for someone who’s supposedly not a member.

‘What if you’re just young?’

I plump for ‘Client Services’.

Now it wants my ‘narrative’.  If I knew that, I’d have written the bloody book and Client Services would be a thing of the past!  I model it on Hugo’s (not Victor), not because I want him to like me, but because it’s a lot less work.  And hit ‘Save’.  Seems appropriate.

CC Image courtesy of Crossett Library Bennington College on Flickr

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