Peek-a-Boob

After lunch today, I get back and see that I have a new message from a name I've never seen before. So I sign on and open his message. It's simple and sweet, asking me where I'm from, I seem like a fun person, blah blah. And then I see his picture and he's....REALLY CUTE!! Oh wow, now I'm paying attention.

Naturally, I click on his name to open his profile. It's within these first 15 seconds I'll know whether he's reply-worthy. Well he's taller than me, educated, employed, has a dog, likes his family. Good, good. So I scroll back up to his photo to check out Mr. Man one more time because, let me tell you, he's got it. Tall, dark brown hair, lighter eyes, dimples, wearing a nice Polo shirt, seems built, and then...wait, wait...is that...a boob?

I lean my head closer to the screen, and my mouth drops open as I confirm that, why yes, somewhere in the background of his dating profile photo there is a boob. And no it's not floating in mid-air; it probably saw a photo being taken and struck a pose from the stripper's chest it resides on. I don't know.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why internet dating is a people-watcher/judger's best friend. You can't dream this stuff up. But I also wouldn't dream of bringing him home to meet my family, so Message: Deleted.