Not really a date, but...

I was invited to go out and meet someone in a group setting, so this doesn’t really count as a date. I came straight from work, looking fantabulous in my Red Sox cap & my Ben Franklin Savings Bank t shirt. Talk about making a good impression! But whatever, I am not so full of myself that I have to dress like Mariah Carrey every time I leave the house. On second thought, I don’t think I have ever left the house dressed like Mariah.

So I get there and my friends were playing pool. I was introduced to John* and my first impression was that he was too old. So I shook off the negative thought and did my best to be myself and make good conversation. You know, asking questions and actually listening to his answers. It felt a bit forced, but he did seem very nice. He was kind of cute, had a nice smile.

So I relax a little. I start telling my jokes, doing my shtick that I always do. I could tell right away that he wasn’t really sure how to take me. Go figure! He didn’t stay very long, I guess he has some crazy ass job with weird hours. He never asked me for my phone number. That was fine, but after he left, my friend said he wanted my number and could she give it to him. I said it would be fine, but I really think it says something that he didn’t ask me himself. If a guy is too shy to even ask for my number, there is little hope that he will be able to keep up with the social side of my personality. Right?

Oh well, I think I am hitting the Lucky Dog tonight, so maybe I will have a better story for you tomorrow

Glad you could make it!

I have decided that I am sick of single-dom. There is no reason why I should be single. I don’t have any major deformations. I shower regularly. I have my own car and my very own blog! The problem is I can’t seem to meet Mr. Wonderful. Instead of wasting my time looking, I am going to waste yours. I want you, my friend, to set me up on one blind date. Just one. I only have a few basic requirements that I think are pretty reasonable.

1-He must be single. No exceptions!
2-He needs to have his own car & a legal drivers license.
3-He should be between the ages of 26 and 39. I am 34 and act like I am 12, so use your best judgment on this one.
4-Location, location, location! It would be best if he lived somewhere in the New England area. But what the hell, if your adorable brother is in town for one night I am game!

So that’s pretty much it. Wait, what will you get out of it? I guess the satisfaction of making two people really dang happy isn’t enough for you, eh? Then you’re in luck. In return, I promise to blog every date. Every detail will be shared with you, my friend. Don’t worry, I am not going to use identifying personal details or even their real names.

Here are a few details about me. I-
Am 34
Have 14 year old daughter. She is the center of my universe.
Drink, I smoke, I swear.
Have a License to Carry Large a Capacity Firearm, but do not own a gun.
Watch the Simpson’s adnauseam.
Know a lot about electric motors.
Like to cook for fun, but detest cooking for survival.
Have a job, an apartment (complete with meddling landlord, remember the Ropers?), valid Massachusetts drivers license, and my very own car!

So clearly, I am a catch. A catch with out a match. So help me out. It will be fun, I promise.