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“… I saw what you did.” My heart stopped while my mind raced, and then I realized he meant the old Joan Crawford film. Grace had put down that I loved thrillers.

I almost instant messaged him back. Then I got gun shy and just closed out the dialogue box. Wimpy, I know. I decided not to tell Grace. She was too busy quizzing me anyway.

“Susan, anyone else?” Grace asked. “MagicMop and JelloSalad,” I reported as I searched “My Account” for a way to change my user name. “Just so long as it’s not…,” Grace started. “SweetSue,” I finished.

“By the way, what’s your user name?” I asked. “SlickGrace,” she responded. “Why?”

“Oh, I’d just like to pay you back for signing me up by hooking you up,” I said. “How about a date with FreeWilly?”

“Oh him,” Grace said.

“He’s been emancipated.”

“How about SlowHand?”

“Not so slow.”

“BigSnake?”

“Not so big.”

“Geez, Grace, I had no idea.”

“Yeah, well …” her voice trailed off. “But we’re supposed to be talking about you. Tell me about MagicMop and JelloSalad?”

These names appealed to me or at least I wasn’t as frightened by them as I was by the others. So I went online and looked them up. MagicMop is bald, which I thought was soft of funny, like maybe his hair disappeared and that’s what’s so magic about it. JelloSalad is a good writer with a quirky sense of humor – and he likes old Joan Crawford movies.

“So, you’ll email him?” Grace asked.

“Yes,” I said slowly, “I’ll try.”

After I hung up with Grace, I took an hour to write JelloSalad two paragraphs. My heart started to race when I hit send. Oh Lord, what have I done?

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