I knew it was only a matter of time. And now it’s happened. I got an instant message from a JDatenik who literally made me sick. I thought I was going to vomit–that’s how bad his picture was. He looked like an axe murderer/pedophile, and his profile was bizarre and creepy. His screen name? Oh, you know my house rules here…I don’t name names. Even the bizarre and creepy deserve not to be the targets of slander. One woman’s garbage is another’s…never mind. But the point is that he had a screen name akin to “Your Meant to Be”…and I had to select “Ignore Your Meant To Be,” which seemed so wrong on every level. I read the profile again just to be sure. I was sure. I tried to get my stomach to settle down, but my system couldn’t recover from this one. I’m still nauseous.

And the kicker? I’m still thinking of rejoining JDate. Why? Because the curiosity is killing me. I have 18 new messages. Given, most of them are probably either a) missed IMs, b) from female friends or c) from the creepy people who have added me to their favorites list and wrote me an email even though my profile tells them I’m not a member and can’t read them.

But hope remaining the thing with feathers, I may just cough up the dough for another month. Just to see if this abusive relationship’s any better the third time around. And if it’s not, I’m out of there. Probably.