Non Secured Investment

After exposing "The Chronicles..." to my sister and brother in law over a bottle of wine, a generous proposition took place. My burly, bearded brother in law casually suggested I sign up for a dating service and he will foot the bill. At first, offended, I decided to reflect on my past online dating experiences. I had not yet been able to choke back the idea of PAYING for such a service, but scrolling through the riff-raff of free dating service gets old and agonizing quickly. So I promptly agree.

3 hours later I had completed the deeply personal and penetrating psychological profiling. The credit card was applied leaving me with 1 month of 'accurately matched' dates, AKA, one month of exhilarating blog entries.

24 hours went by and not a match! My geographical scope of acceptable matches included all provinces in Canada and not. A. Single. Match. This was a hit to the heart. Is it me? Am I the reason dates strangely flee from my existence? To curb the shattered ego I open up my scope to all of North America. If there is not a match by tomorrow am, sweet jesus...