I'm coming clean.

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At first, I wasn't going to say anything.

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But I am horrible at keeping secrets.

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It all started this past Saturday when Laney and I bounced our brains out in the bouncy castle.  Every adult at this birthday party was paired up.

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Normally, being solo doesn't bother me all that much.  I've been divorced for 10 years this month, so seeing couples out and about doesn't sting anymore.  I thought I was desensitized.

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Until Saturday.  There was the slightest sting.  Not a bee sting, mind you.  Perhaps a mosquito bite.

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It was enough to propel me into cyberspace to sign up for 3 free days on a site that rhymes with Batch dot com.

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Argh.  I've tried the whole Internet dating thing before with no luck.  But as Cooleenie always says, "It only takes one".

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And I am the hopeful romantic type.

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So I signed up for the 3 free days.  Of course, they will autobill you after your 3 days.  Site that rhymes with Batch dot com banks on you forgetting to cancel.  Or getting hooked into all the attention.

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And holy cow, do women get a lot of attention.

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I didn't sign up to get my ego stroked, however.

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I had every intention of canceling.  You know my life right now.  I don't exactly have time to serial date.  And even if I did have all the time in the world, serial dating is not my <em>thang</em>.

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It only takes one.   I could make time for one.

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Guess what happened on Night 3 when I was supposed to cancel?  My server freaked out.  This required me to attend to bloggy busien

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