Not again...

Well, the psychic strikes again and predicted something else. Of course, it's not something I wrote about, so I look like an idiot, but it is something that was on the tape, so there are 2 other people that have heard it for themselves and know that I'm not making this stuff up.  However, it hasn't actually happened yet, so you're going to have to wait for me to tell you what it was (maybe around Friday or Monday)...I'm sure you'll live...lol.

In other news, I received an email from a man on Match that complimented my 'energy' in my profile...You can tell a lot about a person from their profile, but I don't know about their 'energy'...but being a glutton for punishment, I had to check out  his profile and see what kind of nut job this actually was...and boy was I in for a shocker.  What's even funnier, is that when I went to get a screen shot of his profile for you guys, he updated it, so the part that really had me laughing, was edited!  But I remember what it really said, so fear not!

Okay, lets take this paragraph by paragraph.  You sir, seem to have a lot going on...and I mean A LOT.  And while you sound like you're compassionate and in shape, I have no desire to date a spin instructor, especially because I spent most of college loathing mine.  The baking thing is a little feminine for me...especially because you pick your own fruit to use in your baking, but that's just a personal preference. 

Now this is where it gets interesting...This guy clearly doesn't know about the horseback riding mishap of 2001, but there is a 5% chance that I will ever get on a horse again.  He also doesn't know that I hate flying and I will NEVER get into one of those 4 person planes where I know the pilot...Unless of course my lovely future husband hires a guy to fly us in a private plane to some desert island.  BALL ROOM DANCE TEAM?! I can appreciate the time and dedication you took out of your life in college to participate in a sport, however if your name isn't Maksim Chmerkovskiy, I find it hard to believe that you're masculine enough to date a softball player.

Let's move on...Independence? Goals? Intelligence? Strength? Reasonable Job? Check! Check! Check! Check!  Not a chance in hell.  My job is by no means 'reasonable'...sorry, I don't fit the bill.

Now the part I really wanted to show you is in pink.  Originally this said 'I expect to spend at least 2 hours a week with my partner, as I think you need to schedule time for relationships in order for them to blossom'.  I read that and it literally screamed both controlling and crazy and what guy uses the word 'blossom' to describe a relationship?! What he changed it to still sounds somewhat demanding, but I guess it's better than his 2 hour minimum.  If I, the self proclaimed scheduling queen think you're too organized (and yes, I think scheduling 2 hours a week for a loved one is too organized), there are issues my friend, severe issues.

So for the reasons listed above, he received a 'No Thank You' email.  As Match says, "there are other fish in the sea".