It's coming...
Spring! Can you believe it? March is here. Stupid February is out. Hallelujah.
With Spring comes what used to be my favorite time of the year as a single person - mating season. Yes, we like the rabbits, sheep and cows look to this time of year as a celebration of sex and the ones we share it with.
Mating season is a little different for me now. Now it means that my boyfriend will - in the next 3 months - be seeing me in a two-piece swimsuit and therefore I need to get my fatty act together. It means that we can walk to dogs in Forest Park for more than 15 minutes before Stella's feet freeze off. It means snuggling under a sheet with the windows open instead of hiding under eight down comforters because my heat is broken (not that I was complaining).
But I am getting to enjoy another part of mating season. Namely, watching other people go on dates. I feel like that 80 year old grandma who sits back and reunions and listens to the young whipper-snappers talk about their crazy lives, "Yes, yes. I TOO remember those days of boys who licked my face as a first kiss..."
I have the best boyfriend in the world. It's true, don't bother arguing the point.
But listening to my friends talk about their dates that "forget their wallets," or spanked their butts while leaving the restaurant on a first date, or have three emails waiting for them at home immediately following the date...well, it sends me back.
And one thing about this time gone by is that through all of these bad dates, I realized what I wanted so that when Bryan showed up - I knew he was perfect.
My vision for my second book (as soon as an editor wants my first book that is. Hint hint.) is called A Date by Friday. It is an experimental book about what would happen if all single people who were looking for love FORCED themselves to ask out a person every week or say yes to the people that asks you out. Either way, you had, HAD, to get a date by Friday. What would happen to the grocery stores, parking lots, gyms, bars, parks and work spaces of America? They would flourish, that's what. What would happen to the characters in the book?
Who's with me?! Try it. This week, starting tomorrow. Saturday. March 6. 2010. you are going to get a date by Friday. March 12. 2010. Not a husband or wife, not a lover, just a date. Make it a bet or game with your friends.
Report back.
Until Next Friday - oh, no. Wait. Not next Friday. Next week is the worst week of my year at work. Okay. Until Next Next Friday,
Pauline
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Sounds like a fun game--sorry I can't play along!
How about a Date by Next Year? HA!
I was telling a friend about Lucy's date last night and she said, "what? Did you transfer all of your bad dating karma to Lucy?" Then I thought about it, and I stopped dating nut-nuts around the time you went on the market full-time. Now that you're off the market, you might have passed the bad-date buck onto Lucy! It's like one of us always has to be "hazed." But it's kind of sweet--like you have to "earn" your happiness. Sorry, Lu--you have about 15 more bad dates in your future before you meet Mr. Right!
Another slight twist would be to REQUIRE married couples to go on weekly dates no matter what. Not necessarily a big dinner/movie/sex date just must spend 3 hours together without kids.
First it would save alot of marriages.
Second, it would boost the economy by hiring all those teenagers for babysitters. :)
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