Little Red Flags

I am nervous tonight not because of my own life. I am at home, just finished watching a Harry Potter movie and writing a blog about a dating life that I don't really up and running as of yet. No, I am nervous because as I write Sara is on her first date in a decade. She spent two hours preceding said event in my kitchen talking much faster than normal. (If you have ever spoken with her you will understand that I only caught 25% as opposed to the normal 50% of what she said.) I called her a few minutes ago and told her to say Tequila if she was in a dangerous situation. She did not so I think she is fine. In fact I am pretty sure I heard some giggling. It may have been him, but its a good sign either way. However if in fact she is able to find true love this soon after the "separation" I will find a way to seduce him so that they break up. I refuse to be alone all by myself.
So, I have been emailing cute divorced dad today. He isn't actually divorced. He just lived in sin and now has a baby mama. So now I will just call him...Jim. That's not his name but I can't go with cute dad. That's just creepy. "Jim" lived in my dream state for three years and appears to be a honorable man. He shares custody of his daughter 50/50 with his baby mama. So far I have gathered that he has a least one dog and a job with technology, perhaps even computers. He asks a lot of questions, so my emails back are long. I have to reread them over and over because I question everything I write. He did ask me to IM with him, which in an Internet relationship is HUGE.
Sexy Musician emailed back as well. He described his music as dark, which has on increased his bad boy persona that I have built up in my head. He seems a little selfish as he only talked about himself and didn't ask me any questions. If only I would read that little red flag and abort. But I know full well that I will keep plugging along thinking that he'll write a song about me. I can swoon from the audience with hundreds of jealous women listening to his beautiful tribute to me. This is the world that I make up for myself when I am battling my insomnia at 3am.
Sara's college buddy hasn't returned my email from last night. I did say that I kept dead dogs around the house, but he would know that I was joking, right?