A valuable lesson for the ladies.

She had been on the dating site for several months now, and had been planning to write a blog which unbeknownst to her would change things forever. There were several topics of interest to her, as she often liked to lounge around on the couch sensuously reading books. Sometimes the books would get covered in squished up strawberries much to the chagrin of the library staff but that's a story for another time.

Architecture in Sweden was a favourite subject of hers and so off she went, all this crap about surfeits and architraves or something. It really was of little interest, but she knew deep down that this was exactly the right bait to get the response she was after.

She couldn't eat or sleep properly, and kept checking the blog anxiously. Around three in the afternoon, it appeared. "I wouldnt worry too much about that, really". She paced up and down the hallway like a cage tiger, in complete disbelief. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life, but she had to check it out more thoroughly. So she got her grandmothers spectacles and put them on, but they just made everything big and wobbly and gave her a headache.

In bed later that night, she had a fitfull sleep, worrying about if he had started worrying about something else. So she set her alarm for 5am, to get up early and see. Fortunately, there was a rather boring blog about some aristocracy in some far flung place where they make tyres probably, and to her sheer delight there it was for all to see "Yeah,nah, not really worried". There was a take home message but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.