Margie's Monologue

Oh my God, do I really have to do this AGAIN? This is ridiculous, can't you just get my personal statement from the other dating service? Oh, you need it to be fresh. Up-to-date. Oh, Lord. Fine, alright. Well, my name is Margie Conrad and I'm thirty-two years old. I like to, um, knit, I guess. Well, I mean, my friends like to knit, but that's what we do when we hang out so I guess I like it even though I can't do it to save my life. Okay, so that's knitting, that's how I feel about that. What else would you like to know? 

Men. I should have known this was coming sooner or later. Okay, well, men are interesting. Um, I've only been out on one date recently- that one that the other service set me up with. He was a bit strange. He took notes on me throughout the entire date, I mean I just don't understand that. If you're on a date with someone, you should be interested in talking with them, getting to know who they are, you know? Oh well. So that was that. To be honest, it doesn't really surprise me that men aren't lining up outside my door. I've never had great luck with them, you know. I mean, my prom date stood me up, can you believe that? Didn't call or anything, just left me sitting at home in my pink chiffon dress all night. Luckily for me, I had a really great best friend who came to my house after the dance and slept over. You know, that really cheered me up. Needless to say, her date didn't get lucky. Ha.