Oh no, I won’t pay.

Dear Diary;

I should mention (just to clarify things) that I am not paying for eharmony. A month long subscription is 50 some odd dollars and that’s just utterly ridiculous. I have paid for it in the past1 but my subscription ran out and I never renewed. This weekend happens to be a "free communication weekend", which allows you to see your matches and start communicating. What it doesn’t allow you to do, is see any pictures of the people you may or may not want to communicate with- which in all honesty, isn’t the worst thing ever. The free weekend ends tonight at midnight and although I have been contacted by two guys, I have to wait and see if they remember to log in and finish the "guided communication" to get to my email address where we can freely CONTINUE to talk after midnight.

Anywho…

It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada. We had a big turkey dinner last night at my grandparents house, which was nice. We ate too much (as always) and played Cranium until it couldn’t hold our attention anymore.2

I’m getting a notice now that my eharmony communication was received, so I’d better go check it. I don’t have anything else interesting to write about anyway, unless you want to hear about my whole "body type is a lot like windows in a house" spiel. I’ll save that for another time.

1 If you recall my "T.O.D.S" entries (Tales from the Online Dating Scene) you may remember how well that worked out. (Insert eye roll)
2 I don’t think we’ve ever finished that game once we started. We get distracted very easily. This time it was because we all broke into song when my cousin didn’t know what we were talking about. It was the Rubber Ducky song, to be specific.