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gotten past the first date. In fairness, Brian was her only first date so far, which is why she promised herself to keep an open mind and go on a few more dates.
She was quite proud of herself for going to The Boardwalk date night, and thought she might get a few more dates out of it, but instead of waiting around she decided to take a slightly more pro attractive approach and try internet dating. Several hours, and several broken plates later, Rachel found herself sitting at her computer, searching for love online. She decided to type “dating” into the search engine and was met with page after page of websites.
There was gay and lesbian dating, interracial dating, even married dating websites and many more besides. She was amazed at the sheer choice on offer, and was happy in the realisation that she was far from being the only person looking for love. She didn't know which website link to click on so she closed her eyes and pointed her mouse randomly at the screen. She figured meeting your soul mate was up to fate anyway so she may as well leave the decision to fate and randomness.
She opened her eyes to find the mouse hovering over the link to “Maybe Love.com”. She clicked on the link and mentally crossed her fingers and toes. Would the next page take her to the man of her dreams? Apparently not, as she looked at the website's home page with one eye open and the other closed, she found herself looking at several faces, male and female, in passport photo size. The site advised her that she was about to discover many new friends and perhaps even more, and “all” she had to do was fill out a questionnaire and their inbuilt matchmaking programme would match her with several potential dates.
Of course, there was a fee involved, each fee increasing depending on the membership level, which comprised bronze, silver and gold, along the same lines as the Olympics with gold being the winner. She absent-mindedly thought that they could actually make dating an Olympic sport. It would be interesting to see what the criteria for the gold medal would be on that one.
She decided to go with the bronze, thinking that she could always upgrade if necessary, but it wasn't always so easy to downgrade. Bronze allowed her to view other members' profiles and “poke” them if she was interested. Poking, hmm, sounds like a rather rude concept, she thought to herself as she read on further. It was then up to the “poked” member to respond to the “poker”. Apparently, bronze members were limited to just “poking” each other, silver members could “poke” and email each other, without providing telephone numbers. There was a very strict policy on not providing personal telephone numbers unless you were a gold member. If it happened once, you'd get a warning and a temporary suspension, if it happened again, your membership would be terminated.
Gold members could “poke”, email and telephone each other to their hearts' content. How do they come up with these rules and regulations? Rachel mused as she dug around in her handbag for her wallet and credit card. Oh well, might as well give it a go. Her credit card was accepted and before long she found herself filling in the detailed questions. The basic information was easy enough but then it came to filling in her profile and who she'd like to meet and what her hobbies and interests were and where she'd like to go on a first date. She wrote and rewrote her profile several times but still wasn't too happy with the tone. She even pretended to be “a man seeking a woman” to have a look at the other women's profiles on the site and check what the competition was writing. There were the usual provocative profiles, mixed in with a few quite desperate profiles, and several very honest profiles. Rachel went back to her own profile and decided to go with complete honesty in her description of herself and what she wanted in a future date.
Several hours
She was quite proud of herself for going to The Boardwalk date night, and thought she might get a few more dates out of it, but instead of waiting around she decided to take a slightly more pro attractive approach and try internet dating. Several hours, and several broken plates later, Rachel found herself sitting at her computer, searching for love online. She decided to type “dating” into the search engine and was met with page after page of websites.
There was gay and lesbian dating, interracial dating, even married dating websites and many more besides. She was amazed at the sheer choice on offer, and was happy in the realisation that she was far from being the only person looking for love. She didn't know which website link to click on so she closed her eyes and pointed her mouse randomly at the screen. She figured meeting your soul mate was up to fate anyway so she may as well leave the decision to fate and randomness.
She opened her eyes to find the mouse hovering over the link to “Maybe Love.com”. She clicked on the link and mentally crossed her fingers and toes. Would the next page take her to the man of her dreams? Apparently not, as she looked at the website's home page with one eye open and the other closed, she found herself looking at several faces, male and female, in passport photo size. The site advised her that she was about to discover many new friends and perhaps even more, and “all” she had to do was fill out a questionnaire and their inbuilt matchmaking programme would match her with several potential dates.
Of course, there was a fee involved, each fee increasing depending on the membership level, which comprised bronze, silver and gold, along the same lines as the Olympics with gold being the winner. She absent-mindedly thought that they could actually make dating an Olympic sport. It would be interesting to see what the criteria for the gold medal would be on that one.
She decided to go with the bronze, thinking that she could always upgrade if necessary, but it wasn't always so easy to downgrade. Bronze allowed her to view other members' profiles and “poke” them if she was interested. Poking, hmm, sounds like a rather rude concept, she thought to herself as she read on further. It was then up to the “poked” member to respond to the “poker”. Apparently, bronze members were limited to just “poking” each other, silver members could “poke” and email each other, without providing telephone numbers. There was a very strict policy on not providing personal telephone numbers unless you were a gold member. If it happened once, you'd get a warning and a temporary suspension, if it happened again, your membership would be terminated.
Gold members could “poke”, email and telephone each other to their hearts' content. How do they come up with these rules and regulations? Rachel mused as she dug around in her handbag for her wallet and credit card. Oh well, might as well give it a go. Her credit card was accepted and before long she found herself filling in the detailed questions. The basic information was easy enough but then it came to filling in her profile and who she'd like to meet and what her hobbies and interests were and where she'd like to go on a first date. She wrote and rewrote her profile several times but still wasn't too happy with the tone. She even pretended to be “a man seeking a woman” to have a look at the other women's profiles on the site and check what the competition was writing. There were the usual provocative profiles, mixed in with a few quite desperate profiles, and several very honest profiles. Rachel went back to her own profile and decided to go with complete honesty in her description of herself and what she wanted in a future date.
Several hours
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