'I'm drunk. I'm drunk. I'm drunk and I should not be making this call,' I think to myself. But I was making the call, and the voice on the other offered a groggy "Hello?" after just a few seconds of silence.

"JULIE!"

"Connie?" She asked. "What are you doing? It's 1 a.m. here."

"Well, that means it's only 11 here, and I'm out. Having too many cocktails."

"I can tell," she said, sounding more awake. I imagine her sitting up in bed, begrudgingly, just like she did when we lived together at Eden Hall ten years ago, and I would wake her up to complain about my latest fight with Guy.

"Julie, all the girls I'm out with say that I need to make an online profile on one of those dating websites, what do you think?"

I heard giggles from my girlfriends at the table. I'd met Hayley, Jen and Ella through my women's rec hockey league. It was a small but tightknit group of girls in Minneapolis, and I'd loved being part of it ever since I came home to work for my old Coach, Gordon Bombay as youth-hockey outreach and talent-development director for the Junior Goodwill Games. I covered the Upper-Midwest region, and I travel a lot of work to do marketing for our camps and programs and meet the kids we hope will be the next generation of awesome hockey players. I didn't even have to lie a teeny tiny bit when I told people how much I loved working for an organization that had done so much to further my own hockey career.

"Connie, I'm really tired, so I don't really want to go into this, but I do think it would be a good idea. Goodnight."

"Hey! Wait! Why? Why would it be a good idea?"

"Are you kidding? You REALLY need me to explain this to you?"

I shrugged, and then I felt dumb because I knew there was no way that Julie could hear me shrug over the phone.

"Connie, how about the fact that you dated the same guy for 27 years!"

"Off and on. I think I've calculated it out to actually 12 years total," I said. I could feel the hurt puppy look coming over my face as I spoke.

"Twelve years is ridiculous, Connie," Julie exclaimed. She was probably fully awake now. She wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for hours. When this used to happen in high school, she would usually make me stay awake and take to her until she fell asleep. Sometimes we played scrabble. She always beat me.

"The fact that you can even recall that while drunk is ridiculous. Everything about the ConnieandGuy situation is absolutely ridiculous, and you've been single for a year now. The logical next step is to date other guys."

"I don't know how."

"So, do it by trial and error. Date a lot of guys. Go on a lot of bad first dates and get a feel for it. You're a smart girl, you can do it."

"Fine. Thanks Julie. I guess"

"I hate you."

"I hate you too. Byeeee!"

I don't drink any more that evening. Besides water. There was lots of water, and two Aspirin when I get home, just to stave off any hangover that might be creeping up on me, but tomorrow's Saturday so it doesn't matter too much. I do have work to do. I always have work to do.

I don't want to stay up too late, but I also know I need to drink more water, so I do myself a favor and pour a huge glass while I pull up and attempt to write a profile page for myself…

My self-summary: My name is Connie. I'm a born & bread Minneapolitan. I grew up playing hockey in the area. I still play, and the sport is one of my biggest passions. I went to the University of Wisconsin (go badgers!), traveled around the world and came back to the area about a year ago for a job I love. There's a fair amount of travel involved, but I've decided that Minneapolis will always be home. I'm one-year out of a serious relationship. I have no idea what I'm doing with my personal life. I just want to see where this whole thing takes me.

What I'm doing with my life: Working, playing hockey, partying, plugging along …just trying to figure it out like everybody else!

What I'm really good at: Ice hockey. I've been playing my whole life. I'm also a very good leader (read: bossy?)

The first thing you usually notice about me: My long, brown hair and outspoken, goofy personality

I spend a lot of time thinking about: work, hockey, my friends…

I'm looking for: Someone patient who gets me. Someone to take me out to dinner, hang out with, do life with….

You should message me if: You think we'd be compatible (?)

Ethnicity: white

Height: 5'4"

Body type: athletic

Diet: I'll eat anything

Smokes: never

Drinks: socially

Drugs: nope

Education: BS in Business Management from the University of Wisconsin

Job: development/outreach/marketing for a nonprofit

Offspring: n/a

Pets: n/a

Speaks: English. Basic Icelandic. Yup, you read that right.

I fall asleep pretty much the moment after I click "save." and I wake up to a variety of notifications and messages….

AN: Man, this site has changed! It's been so long! ...Do I still need to say that I don't own anything? Because I don't. Hope you like the story so far. I'd love a review. Thanks so much!