I am the creator, CEO and owner of an online lesbian dating service. My business plan is very clear,our goal is to make lesbian dating the friendliest and easiest as possible. We try and match women in as many points of compatibility as possible, but as you know humans are completely unpredictable.
Since our launch we have found certain women to be special problems, that is why after the first year we opened a special interview department dedicated to repositioning women who don't really know their own minds. Perhaps you have met one of these women, they think they are one way and actually are the complete opposite. They present a complete challenge to our staff, first we have to have a subtle psychiatric review and then explain them selves to them.
No one needs to know we label these women as estrogen challenged, because they also deserve to find their perfect match but are unprepared to face their own reality. Over time the hard cases have fallen back to me, the riff raff always floats to the surface right? Since I am the top of the food chain, I get to deal with the real problems, which is why I never sleep, I am always worried about the business. Today a file labled Mary O'Hara landed on my desk .I asked Sissy for a fresh cup of coffee and opened the folder. Mary O'Hara, 31, straw blonde, fair skinned, 5'4, 127 lbs, eyes green, skin fair. Nice measurements I noticed, according to her a great personality, however the shrinks downstairs kicked her file up here. I took her profile picture and held it to the light, she was quite fetching. I found it hard to believe she was not flooded with matches.The file said it had been four months with out a single second contact.We do not accept this in the system, we expect the average woman to have a serious suitor in one week or less.
Sissy returned with my coffee, I asked her to come over and take a look at Mary O'Hara's picture, and to give me an opinion. "Yummy", was her entire comment. I realized that, that had been my reaction as well. So what was the problem here?: I read her profile over and over, seeing no flaws. Then her file from the department downstairs, again nothing stood out.
After Sissy left, I opened her picture again, beautiful straw blonde hair, the color of fall harvest in a wheat field or dried corn field, green eyes that women would kill for, just as deep green as God had ever created. Her weight and height were fantastic for her age group. She dressed with a sense of style and I was willing to bet she smelled as good as she looked. This would not be a petuly or vanilla hippie chick, she was class all the way and would have a Paris scent. What on earth was wrong with her?
Perhaps she was too classy for the butch women, and too high a wall to scale for the lipstick crowd. I made a decision right then and there to take this case under my wing and walk it through.