Day: September 8, 2010

Thirty First Dates?

After announcing my intention to date thirty men in three months, the words “insane,” “impossible,” and “suicide” came to mind.  Thirty men in three months?  Really?  If I had that sort of luck I wouldn’t be 25 and single in the first place.  Nor would I be cruising Facebook only to find myself green with envy and disappointed when I find another college classmate has gone from “in a relationship” to “engaged.”  And I certainly wouldn’t be sitting at my desk and humming “Another One Bites the Dust” when that same “engaged” becomes “married” a few months later. To put it frankly, if I was lucky enough to land myself a date with ten men every month, I wouldn’t be on match.com in the first place. I started thinking that maybe I should set my sights on a more realistic goal, such as finding myself a Plus One for the annual Hooper’s Island Martini Bar Soiree (an event that I believe most families call Thanksgiving).  I was thinking I should cry uncle and give up …