The Three Musketeers

Alright so I'm chatting with three gentlemen right now. They all seem really nice and cute, so I'm enjoying the PMA.

There's a stock trader (I know, I know) who went to school in Kentucky and likes talking about college basketball and how much better his school's team is than mine. Colonel Sanders wants to meet sometime next week, so I'm thinking we could do something fun like grab coffee and play a game and then get in a screaming match over whose team is better. Should be fun.

Then we have a former college football player (I know, I know) who told me he loves the water, does not appreciate women who expose their thong underpants above their jeans, and didn't have that many jersey chasers in college. Well Dick Butkus asked if I could get together on Nov. 5 because that would give us a few weeks to talk and get to know eachother before we met in person. I thought that was a nice idea. However he did text me yesterday morning at 7 a.m. to tell me good morning and to have a great day. So I replied with, "Thanks, you too!" a few hours later, to which he replied "Good Day!" I'm not sure if he was telling me he was having a wonderful Thursday or he's from 1905 and wears a monacle and top hat and was haughtily telling me goodbye.

I'm sort of on the fence about Dick, and I can't put my finger on why, so we'll see how this plays out.

Last but certainly not least, we have a life-lovin' lawyer (I know, I know) who just started a job in the city. He IM'ed me when I was chatting with Dick Butkus so I wasn't really paying attention. It was kind of like when you walk up to two friends talking at a party and they really don't want to acknowledge you because Trent's telling a really funny story about the time he and Amanda went camping and their dog got into the baked beans and it would just be horrible to start the whole story over.

Anyway, I checked out his profile and he has this adorable smile and chocolate brown hair. He volunteers, likes sports, and is close to his family. So I decided to say hello back. He asked me what brought me to the site, which is a question I hate. Why are we allll here? So I replied, "Because Ashley Madison is only for men." Of course I said just kidding and he laughed and everyone was happy.

I couldn't talk long because I had somewhere to be, but I was intrigued, so I gave Bob Loblaw my email address and off I went.

This morning I opened my inbox to find an email from him. Which put a big smile on my uncaffeinated face.

So we've got a Southerner, a conservative panties lobbyist and an attorney.

I do not object.