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The Girl Who Said Sure
Lyndon was not a ladies man. Not in any sense. He was, remarkably and to his own great embarrassment, a 27-year-old virgin. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't thin, either. He had a generic haircut, remained clean shaven, and could probably use some sunlight and exercise. He'd began seeking out romance on the internet. He'd heard, the same way anyone hears anything, on the internet, that online dating was becoming more of a mainstay in contemporary America. It wasn't confined to the very young. It was looked at somewhat cockeyed, but it was acceptable. Kind of.
Lyndon began earnestly enough. He read every profile carefully and sent out warm, energetic personalized messages to the ones who he thought he'd get along well with. A month fell from the calendar. His inbox was graced twice. Once by a clearly fake page advertising some busty Russian skank who wanted to be added on some pseudo porn site, and another from the site's founder. That's it. Nothing