A 22 year old from Jackson Hole, WY looking for men 25-44 winked at me today. I laughed derisively, read her profile and wrote her back a piece of my mind.

When she marks "no way" along with "daily" on her beau's smoking preference, she sets nearly everything else to so generic that all 3 billion guys from 8 to 80 are a match, and she leaves her list of activities, interests and background barren like the sound of crickets and the broad expanse of starlit night sky, then I begin to wonder why a pretty young blonde half my age a thousand miles away would be interested in a lonely old salt & pepper bear like me.

After all I do deserve to have my hand held by a sparkling young woman, walking through Pioneer Square in crisp dusk air, our feet crunching through a few leaves with the mist of our breath trailing away like steam from the Flying Scotsman winding through ancient mountain railways.

But will that be us? Oh how I wish just once I was wrong but I have no doubt she'll respond with a snappy username on Yahoo like Hot4UrBizzle and her URL where I'll have to pay money for the answer.