Gettin' Hooked
FIND YOUR SOUL MATEI hate those whack little pop-up ads. The ones that show up right when you're in the middle of something else, and when you try to close it you end up at their freakin' site. As I stared at the hand-holding couple advertising their find-your-perfect-soul-mate service, I became even more irritated.
Find Your Soul Mate. "Riiiight…what I need is a prom date," I said to the pair grinning back at me in the popup ad as I was trying to do my MySpace updates. Maybe that's the reason I resented this ad more than others. Not only had my 'net security failed to do its thing, but the pop-up advertised what I didn't have, and that was a date.
Biting my bottom lip, I clicked the red X again, this time making the image disappear. I was straight trippin' if I thought the couple was actually in love. More like they were models, paid to make me feel like I was lacking ... read full excerpt from Gettin' Hooked ebook
