Ok, they must have thought that maybe I'd like to hook up with someone old enough to know who Blondie was.
(Once, after getting my hair cut and dyed blonde, I said to my young, attractive styist, "Thanks, this looks great! I look just like Debbie Harry!" "Who?", he said, wrinkling up his adorable forehead. "You know, the lead singer from Blondie?" *blank stare from big brown eyes* "Um, nope." Gah!)
Nice try, but still no.
OK, they upped the ante romantically: French men?
Non. Je pense que non.
And here's my answer. In stick figure font.
(Wouldn't it be hilarious if some guy I met on this site came to my house and found that I *was actually* a stick figure with a triangular dress and no hands?)
(Not that I'm even remotely stick-like, sadly.)
But then Facebook finally did it. The algorithm finally kicked out something that speaks to me. A hook that might be really, really hard to resist.
Well played, Facebook. Well played.