Nora Linton sat alone, drinking coffee. She turned on the computer to check her email and there was a message from Perfect Partner.
She was about to delete it unread, when for the hell of it, she clicked on the hypertext.
“You have a message!” it proclaimed, and before she could log out it flashed;
“Sorry to have scared you last night.I’d just come in from one of many bad dates. I won’t torment you with details, save I began to flirt with celibacy. I logged on to a message board to communicate with intelligent life when I saw the banner ad and thought, why not?
I entered what I wanted, which was an intelligent, serious woman with a sense of humour, who can appreciate a man who is generous without trying to rip him off, and within seconds, your code appeared.
I know you as J7576.
I never got your name or any particulars. When you suggested Peppers, a place I use to meet blind dates, I thought I was dreaming.
I suppose I ought not have suggested we meet, as I guess I sounded desperate.
I’m very sorry.”
Nora was in shock.
She couldn’t believe anyone could so mirror her experiences and attitudes.
Who was this man?