May 28, 2009 - Two months had passed since things ended with Rodney, and I’d moved on with my life. I was in my own apartment, had a new routine and new outlook, and things were going well for me. I’d even been involved in the dating scene. It was clear I wasn’t ready to give up on the concept of a partner that I could spend my life with.

One person in particular had caught my eye online. I’d seen his profile before and kept coming back to it. “Mister Professor” was his screen name. He stood out in a crowd of horny, stupid, predictable men. This one was different. Intelligent, well traveled with a sense of direction in life. His profile didn’t bore me with the same old “I’m just a regular guy, let’s hang out.” No, not him. He had ideas, goals, plans. I liked that about him.

His brown eyes were intense and I saw a very deep, complicated person behind them. I can handle deep and complicated, by the way. I’m not intimidated by emotion. But his smile was warm and gentle. He was a man who needed love and had love to give in return. The wounds were deep, the pain in his smile was evident, but I knew there was something special underneath it all.

Profiles can be so telling when they are planned properly. His told me everything. I could read between his words, see through his pictures. I suspected that he preferred quiet evenings at home with his cat, a good book, and a cup of tea.

There was one photo in particular that seemed to appeal to me. A photo of Mister Professor in bed (wearing his cute professor glasses) with his cat on his lap. There was something cozy about this photo. I wondered if there could ever be room for me in that bed too. Could I be part of the family?

Every time I thought about writing him, I suddenly became shy. I was intimidated by his status as an English professor and felt like my intelligence would be beneath his. What would I say? What would we talk about? Dick jokes and laughing about farts were what I brought to the table. Why would Mister Professor want anything to do with me?

Meanwhile, I’d been talking to another guy, Justin, as a friend. We were planning on meeting for coffee. He seemed like a nice guy, although I sensed we were very different. But I wanted to try new things and meet new people, so I was intent on meeting Justin.

Before making solid plans, I decided to check out Justin’s Facebook page. We hadn’t connected on there yet, but I was able to see his Friends list. I browsed through… Okay, let’s be honest… I snooped through his list to see what kind of people he associated with.

That’s when a kind and familiar face caught my eye. It was none other than the charming Mister Professor on Justin’s list of connections! But Facebook revealed his true name… His name was Nathan.

I clicked over to his profile and found the “Send Message” button. With a nervous and excited energy, I began composing my introductory letter to Nathan…

It’s common knowledge that a “double-Nathan” is a sign of Love, Happiness, and Incredibly Hot Sex!!!

I love how excited you got and started capitalizing everything. Do you need a change of panties?

Yes.