Hallelujah!

Or, maybe, hallelujah with a small, cautionary "h."

There is a match.com man whom I came across while searching the pages last fall. Then I saw him again earlier this winter. And again this summer. I liked his picture (big smile), his physical type (6'2" and athletic), his attitude (super sunny), his age (same as me!), and the way he described himself. Read below for a partial verbatim

.... A few things I might do for fun

4. frolic about in indiscriminate patterns
6. play elephant polo
10. collect African Dung Beetles
2. enter motorcycle jousting events
5. snack on edible armoires
1. nap in inappropriate places
9. wrestle lemmings
7. crash spelling bees
3. volunteer to dig ginormous holes
8. analyze the geographic distribution pattern of EXIT signs

I've worked at Crayola, creating new toys and 3D TV cartoons; at Procter and Gamble; trying to make the world smell better one underarm at a time; and at McKinsey and Co., insulting CEOs. I love my current job, crafting strategy and creating documentary style TV ads. I am vying for the title of "Director of Pondering," but have yet to break through the resistance to such a nebulous moniker.

The reason I often looked but never wrote? Convinced I could never say anything witty enough to register even a half-point on his cool-o-meter. Sheerly intimidated by breadth and depth of his cv.

I know I have said that I hate "winks" on match. And I still do.

But hey. This guy winked at me last night. He winked at ME.

And I am totally psyched. Just keeping the small "h" until I see how he responds to me winking back.