That scary variable of internet dating.

When someone you know (or have met IRL) recognizes your profile…

***Hey you look just like an amazing cook I know at the farmers market who makes these delicious marshmallows with luscious chocolate, creative deserts that blow the doors off anyone who tries them, and warm zippy soups on those cold fall days. I always feel this magnetic pull toward her stand because of the goods and she is always smiling and cheerful too. She has the same effect on my daughters too. Though I talk to her I don’t remember her name. Is she your twin? Makes me wonder where else I’ve seen either of you around town, like in yoga classes, etc. In fact maybe I’ll see her tomorrow for the ‘yeah its finally spring’ opening. Back to you, looks like you are looking for a slightly younger friend than I, unless your age range is in spirit years rather than body years. Do you mind clarifying?

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Oh crap again. This seems to keep getting harder. Not easier. Those stupid marshmallows get a little more of a reaction than I like sometimes.