Kathy is a successful Assistant Buyer at PandorasBox.com. But her “curves” have kept her dateless until she discovers how to pick-up guys online. Her wild story is a humorous look at falling in love, break-up angst, wacky corporate America and most everything that can go wrong with Internet dating.
Kathy is a cute, plump, hearing-her-clock-tick Assistant Buyer at PandorasBox.com, a home accents retailer. She has three goals in life. The first goal is to find a man with major spark-age. The second is to give up her addiction to the Information Date-way as her friends and mother have suggested. The last goal is to keep a low profile while she attempts to direct a successful musical “extravaganza” for the company's 10th Anniversary.
This tale hints of Jane Eyre, Cyrano de Bergerac and The Scarlet Letter while taking a humorous look at Internet dating.
Excerpt
My date with Greg had been a major turning point. I’d thought about it all weekend (and off and on for the last year) and I finally made the decision. I even wrote it down in my online journal, which seemed to make it more of a commitment. Monday would be the day.
As I sped down the Dallas North Tollway from work, I envisioned standing in front of my imaginary support group, admitting what my friends and family had been complaining about for quite a while.
Hello. My name is Kathy. And I'm a chat-aholic.
Normally, I couldn't wait to get home from work. I would feed my white Persian cat, Blanca, eat a Lean Cuisine, pour the rest of my Diet Coke into my glass and hurry to the corner of my living room designated as my office. I would be anxious to log on to my computer, open my Email and peruse my buddy list.
But tonight was different. After the Greg fiasco I knew deep down in my pulverized self esteem it was time to cancel my Internet access. The inability to escape to the wide world via that famous web gave me symptoms that would intimidate even the most stringent twelve-step program. My hands shook as I contemplated swearing off mouse-rides on the Information Date-way. My mouth got cottony and I felt jittery, as I imagined deleting my CurvyKathy screen name. It was like killing off a part of me.
But I could beat this addiction. I knew I could. I just needed to find the proper motivation, and Greg had provided me with boatloads. I couldn’t blame it completely on him, though. Lately, my ego had taken a series of beatings by potential online boyfriends acting less than enthusiastic when they met the real me. Intermixed with them were some scary-looking underachievers who gave loser a bad name. So, I figured with Greg as the final straw, now was an excellent time to say adios to my buddies and unsubscribe from AOL.
