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Both were blessed with beautiful faces upon which the other's eyes could feast.When they would break eye contact, they found their eyes roving in the direction of the other's much-appreciated body contours.With so many types of candy and so many opportunities to try them all, who could stop at just one?Analogous to the fantasy candy store, the Internet dating sites -- thousands of them -- guaranteeing perfectly harmonious everlasting love, combined with steamy Hollywood romance.OFM had it all: intelligence with a streak of creativity, the ability not just to hear but to listen, a searing sense of humor with a tang of sarcasm, and a really great rack. Finding someone better was no longer innocent curiosity; it was easy — and it became an obsession.We started seeing each other regularly — quickly moving from making out in my car to doing much more in my bedroom — and talked on the phone every day. Except for this: I still checked my profile once, twice, three times a day. Yes, OFM listened, but what if someone else listened better?
They felt like "regular" people who just wanted the all-American dream of true love.Not only did their profiles match up perfectly, but the photos they shared with each other sparked deep waves of anticipation and excitement.After exchanging a string of emails, each getting longer and more personally revealing than the last, Melissa and Jake moved "offline" and began speaking on the phone. After almost a year of searching and scouring every Website in Los Angeles for the perfect match, I had — I thought — finally found her: the One for Me. What's the harm in doing a little casual "people watching," right? And who doesn't wonder every now and then if maybe they could do a little better than their current mate? On the Internet, I had an actual catalog of available women, listed with their quirks, characteristics, and measurements.