Seeking Intelligent Life

Dear Boys,
Do me a favor, hm? If you want to contact me, PLEASE read my profile before you ask stupid questions. Case in point, the actual messaged conversation that happened moments ago:

Him: I am drank. Do you go out?
Me: Yes. Might later.
Him: I meet you there! Where?
Me: You’re in Anchorage. That’d be one hella commute.
Him: Yes?
Me: That’s three hours away.
Him: You can drive.
Me: No, I can’t.
Him: oh. R U Single?
Me: DID YOU EVEN READ MY PROFILE? Yes. Widow. Single.
Him: Yes.

Really? REALLY? First, you are DRUNK. not drank. And just assuming I’m going to drive three hours on winter roads through the mountains just to “go out” when it’s already 8pm, is just ridiculous. So here’s a hint: Read the profile. There it says where I live, and if you don’t recognize it, look it up. JFGI man. Google is your friend. It also says that I am single. It also mentions kids and rules.

Now, I know it’s a lot of words – but prove to me you are intelligent enough to read, ok? Ok.

Sincerely,
Me.