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I was welcome to check out everybody on the site, but for that I would have to pay.
I was curious, but not that curious, so I forgot about it. Within an hour I signed up for the stupid dating service. The one I was attached to for way too long wasn't anything like yours.
This had a stamp on it, not a bulk mail thing, and it looked like a bill was inside.
I was dying to open it up to see whether my old lady was actually trying to hook up with guys, but after I tried and failed to read what was inside by holding it up to the light, I had a revelation. I asked that, and after I did I tried to imagine how that would work, with Mom coming down to my room to coyly ask about sending photos, but she just said no, she couldn't.
Unlike my mother, I used a credit card to pay for it, didn't give my real address and started up a new e-mail account just for this. Even before him, the only one I've had near as big as yours wasn't white. You must have been a wild one when you were my age.
After I signed up, I took a closer look at the site, and discovered to my shock that this wasn't a dating service, but a meat market. Luke Warm Mama: I had my moments, but I've been a good girl since then.
I guess the name of the site pretty much came out and said it, but I hadn't been expecting this.
So for the hell of it, I composed an ad for myself, figuring that maybe I would get some laughs for my twenty bucks. You said you're looking for somebody 18-25 and I'm 19. Mom, or Luke Warm Mama, said she didn't know how, and I was tempted to go down the hall to the computer room and explain it to her, but instead I explained how she could do it.