If it is fair, very much I wish to find the decent man.
You look across the room and your eyes meet, the connection is indubitable. Your heart starts to beat, you bite your lip wondering if he feels the same. Should I make a move or will he; you muscle up the courage to walk over, your hands are sweaty your heart is beating and your racing conversations through your mind. Finally your face to face then you realize your staring at a computerwelcome to the 21st century. This is what it has come down to, given the other choice of drunk horny men at bars or this I figured what the worst that could happen?