Last week I received a Facebook message from a public radio producer in Canada. It’s contents? Well, to be honest, it took me a good ten minutes to get past the words “read your blog” and “want to interview you.” (Not that I’m completely self-absorbed and obsessed with blogging or anything…)
I did, however, eventually read the rest of the note. Turns out, the CBC (that’s Canadian Broadcasting Company for all you Philistines out there— myself included) does a show called “DTNO” (short for “Definitely Not The Opera”) in they which explore a different themes each week.
They explore these themes through first-person stories, which is where I come in. This week’s theme is all about how “keeping track” of things helps (or hinders) our ability to stay “on track.”
In other words (the words of the producer, to be specific): I read that you use an Excel spreadsheet to keep track of your dating life. What’s up with that?
So yeah, I had my first pre-interview interview last week; whether or not my story will be deemed “interesting” enough to hit the airwaves remains to be determined.
In preparing for my pre-interview interview, however, I had an epiphany. I took a good look at my spreadsheet and two thirds of the way down the page—around the 49th row— it hit me.
My next date is going to be a milestone.
A rather big milestone.
The sort of milestone that most people celebrate with “Over-the-hill” balloons and tacky greeting cards, except, as you’ve probably gathered by now, I’m not “most people.”
And so, I’m going to celebrate my 50th date with a new challenge. A dating challenge—a GREAT DATE challenge, if you will, in which I’m going to invite the eligible bachelors of Match.com, eHarmony and Plenty of Fish to come up with something that will blow my first 49 dates out of the water.
Because how often does a girl celebrate her 50th date? (Hopefully only once.)
I know it sounds crazy but at the advice of a co-worker, I’ve decided to spend the next week (which just so happens to be my spring break) re-doing all of my online dating profiles. No more discretion regarding my blog, my dating habits or the number of men I’ve dated since turning 25 last August. No more holding back on the types of things I think guys won’t want to hear. No more trying to be the prettiest, wittiest thing to hit Match.com. Just me, exactly as I am, for better or worse.
I expect most guys will take one look at my “new-and-improved” profile and head straight for the hills, shaking their heads and mumbling, “Who the f*ck does this chick think she is?” It does, after all, take a certain degree of self-esteem to propose what I’m proposing and I imagine most men will probably click right on through to their next prospects, hoping to find someone a bit less egocentric eccentric.
But that’s fine by me, because I tend to crash and burn with guys who take themselves too seriously. The way I see it, I’ll get a number of X-rated responses from the creepsters over at Plenty of Fish (proposing God- knows-what for my 50th date), a few mediocre “guided communications” from the pansies over at eHarmony and maybe, if I’m lucky, a message (or two) from a fellow Match-dot-comer who’s not afraid to rise to the challenge.
Because all men love a good challenge, right?
(And no, that little double entendre was not intentional but at the risk of sounding like a Viagra commercial, I’m going to leave it in. It is Monday after all…)