Part Three: A 23-Year Old Redhead Makes a Phone Call...

By the next morning, four non-English speakers, nine blue collar workers, two marines, and six Jefferson Parish residents had responded to Amanda's craigslist post. Her iPhone notified her of the the hour and the 25 new emails in her inbox, which she read from bed--immediately deleting the 21 that didn't fit her specifications. Only four potentials remained in the running to become Amanda's next top beefcake:

• Brian--A blonde 26 year old from Kentucky, Tulane MBA student, shirtless picture at the beach, nice body, maybe a little too eager
• Guy--in his third year at Tulane Law, cute but not particularly photogenic, curly brown hair
• David--a New York transplant, a journalist, Colombia grad, no picture (?) , wants a phone call  
• A.H.--didn't include his name (?) or a picture (?) , from New Orleans, an engineer, former frat boy, seems normal

She planned to respond to Brian, Guy, and A.H. when she got to the cafe. She'd call David on her way to maximize time. By the time she got out of lab she'd definitely have at least one date scheduled. The pragmatic approach to internet dating.
Amanda got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and looked between her legs at the brown ring that had settled at the top of the sitting water. She did her business. She considered taking a shower, but ultimately decided that she needed as much time as possible to carve the perfect response to the emails. She threw on a wrinkled cream blouse that had once been white but would probably end up being the color visible only under her arm pits.