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Violetta sat and thought for a moment and then grabbed her credit card.
She clicked on his picture.
Name – Jeff
Age – 39
Occupation – Doctor
Star sign – Aquarius
Height – 6’ 2”
Body type – Slim
Eye colour – Green
Hair colour – Light brown
Relationship status – Single
Want children – Yes
Pets – None
Smoker – No
Drinker – Occasionally/socially
About me:
I am a doctor who needs to get a life. I am single but not happily. I would like to go out more but my long hours mean I can’t always summon up the energy. I do prefer nights at home when I am off duty. I like watching detective shows, especially the English ones and embarrassingly romantic comedies. I read poetry and biographies. I like running in rain or shine and I love walking through New York. It is the best walking city in the world.
Violetta felt her heart beating faster as she read his profile. He was so sweet and shy, even online, she thought.
He was number three on the most popular men of the week, she noticed in the chart. Better than her ranking on theDaily Socialite, she thought wryly. She felt jealous of the women who had emailed him already. Was he out on a date tonight, she wondered.
She sat staring at the screen for a moment and then quickly started typing.
Hi there, Jeff,
Wrote Violetta.
How was Machu Picchu? I’ve never been there but it looks amazing. Nice T-shirt? American Apparel?
Violet x
She chose a profile picture that didn’t show her face, one with her hair over her face and her hand up. She was wearing a black singlet with her gold snake bracelet the only adornment in the picture. No one knows this photo, thought Violetta. She had taken it herself, by mistake when trying to fix her camera. It was oddly flattering, showing off her toned arms and gorgeous hair, yet gave away nothing of her face.
And then she pressed send.
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Jeff sat in front of his computer. The emails from some of the women on the dating site were scary, especially to a man like himself. Although Jeff was a brilliant surgeon, he was less than confident when it came to talking to women.
The emails he had received varied between desperate and over sharing to obscene. When had women become men, he wondered, as he pressed delete on an email from a woman who had sent him a picture of herself naked with a homemade sign around her neck saying, ‘I like to fuck.’
Another email pinged into his inbox.
