"I am a tall, blond 21 year-old seeking a date."
Alanna grinned evily and scrolled down the web page. Below the bold title "Describe what kind of man you are looking for" she typed, "Tall, dark haired, and magical."
With a final chuckle of glee, she clicked Submit. Almost at once, two responses came.
"Jonnyboy24 wants to talk to you." "Fiendinblack wants to talk to you."
She skimmed over both messages, and laughed in triumph. "I have him!"
Bending over the keypad, she meticulously typed, "Jonnyboy24: So, Jonathan. I thought you don't do online dating. Thayet said she suspected something."
Immediately a window popped up, saying "Jonnyboy24 has signed out."
Smirking, Alanna opened the other response. "Fiendinblack? What kind of name is that?"
She re-read the contents of his message, and froze. Then she laughed so hard, she fell with a thump off of her computer chair and lay on the ground, still howling.
Her daughter, Aly peered around the corner into her office. "Mother, are you alright?"
Between guffaws, Alanna gasped, "Ha ha! You won't believe this. Read the message."
Aly sat down in the chair and stared at the screen. "Teenbeauty? You signed up for an online dating program as teenbeauty?"
"Look below. I caught Jonathan right in the act. And guess who else."
"Who?"
"Think. Who do we know that would sign a message, 'your most magically and technologically advanced amiable professor of sorcery Fiendinblack.'?"
"Fiendinblack? Wait don't tell me. Was it . . . Numair?"
Alanna nodded, giggling uncontrollably.
"Mother, on second thoughts, I prefer the men in my generation. They aren't as . . . weird."