Passionate about astrology, extrasolar planets and cats

Since my last Project eHarm post, you might be wondering if my social calendar has become completely booked with guys from eHarm just dying to go out with me. Perhaps, you might even think that I have run off with some handsome-squared jawed-Ed Burns-look-a-like. I am writing this post not from a yacht on the French riviera with my new beau. Instead, as usual, I'm at home wearing my paint stained T-shirt with a picture of a Liger on it I got from my sister for Christmas. Shocking. I know.

As you could guess, I do not have much to report. I was "communicating" with this guy and we got to the stage where you could ask each other 3 of your own questions. The questions I asked were:

1. Why did you decide to join eHarm? How are you liking this experience so far?
2. What do you hope to get out of eHarm?
3. Who are your favorite bands and artists?

Ok, so my questions suck -- except for maybe that last question. I knew I had to respond to him soon because according to the unwritten eHarm rules, you should respond within a reasonable time or they'll think you are not interested. That's the best I could come up with at the time. I don't think he was impressed with my questions because he hasn't responded. 

The next time I "communicate" with someone, I guess I will have to come up with more thought-provoking questions. I will, though, keep the last one. To me, the type of music one listens to, is a good indication if it will work between us. He doesn't have to like the same type of music as I do, but if someone were to list Celine Dione, Limp Bizkit, Daughtry or Creed as his favorite band or artist, I can tell you right off the bat, it will never work between us.

At this point, eHarm is starting to feel like a chore. I hate chores. I don't log on often and I apparently have 80 "matches" in my profile. I don't know if I should be flattered that eHarm thinks that I am that matchable, or depressed that out of 80 guys, only two have requested communication -- one of which says that he is passionate about astrology, studying extrasolar planets and cats.

I heard a comedian once say that men who love cats are either gay or are villains (think Inspector Gadget's Dr. Claw). I do not know if there is any truth to this, but I believe it. Then again, I can be easily manipulated by funny men.