Brooke: See picture at left. Not-so-newlywed, living in central PA. Degree in Music, working from home in healthcare. Attempted and survived online dating. Lover of travel, whiskey, books, and everything British.
Army Boy: Brooke’s husband, former childhood friend who she loves to embarrass by telling the story of how he signed her yearbook in 6th grade. Also a total hunk.
Wesley:(aka As You Wish) (aka Peepants) Our first child- a beagle puppy. Furbabies rule!
Mom and Dad: … parents
Mia: Dog. Creepy-smart. Known for getting in trouble and blaming it on stuffed animals
Katie: Bff. Attended the same college in PA, encourages my going-to-hell tendencies. Future partner batshit-crazy cat lady-dom.
—- Boy, —— Guy, etc: Code names for guys that I dated. To protect their identities because I’m not a total jerk…very thinly veiled references because I am still slightly a jerk.
Yes, obviously Mr Darcy never had a cell phone. Or txted anyone. But he is that elusive, perfect man, the kind that only a woman could think up. He’s the perfect combination of dreamy and aloof, the type that keeps women wondering until he brilliantly and romantically reveals his feelings. Obviously, since I was willing to subject myself to the online meat market, I was searching for my own Mr Darcy. And having to deal with the disconnect of dating in the digital age.