I had no idea why every time I suggested going out for New Years J kept saying, but we’re going to stay in. Girls’ Night. A nice dinner. Watch a movie.
No idea.
I’m naive like that.
It’s part of my charm.
So, when we sat down to dinner and I asked K how it was going with that guy she was seeing and she said, Odd you should ask that just now. I really should have known something was up.
Regardless, I didn’t truly catch on until J started handing out little notebooks.
You know, people have always told me I live a sitcom life, but here we go putting that into action.
Apparently, everyone had already discussed it and decided. I was not included in these conversations. I was left till the last minute. The, we’re-all-doing-it-and-you-can’t-back-out minute.
This is the year we all go out and find Mr. Right.
No. They’re not kidding. They have…. A Plan.
Here is the plan:
- Every month we’re doing something collectively to meet guys
- Every month we have to do something individually to meet guys
- Each of us has to try at least one online dating scheme… I mean, website
- We each have to offer up 6 ideas for monthly attempts
- We have to report back
- And… let everyone know that I”m single and willing to be set up *panics*
Also, C (who was sick) was not there but they want to make sure she’s in. I am the absolutely strongest believer in getting C involved since she’s even shyer and less outgoing than me. It will be good to not be lowest woman on the social comfort ladder.
So, January. We’re going every Tuesday night to the local bar (not college friendly, young professionals… this as — apparently — been researched and my favorite bar tossed out of the considerations for stupid reasons) for trivia night. Apparently trivia is fun, active, inclusive, gets people talking AND will allow us to see who is stupid… I mean, besides me for letting myself be talked into this.
And so, my usual practice of keeping personal life off the blog has ended. I’m picking up the banner of Go Ahead And Point And Laugh. I figure, this is either a rom com or disaster waiting to happen. So, I’ll be taking notes and who knows what will end up in a book… I warned them. They’d all had several drinks so I’m not sure if they truly understand what I’ll my using MY notebook for.
Either way you, dear reader, can’t lose.
I’ll be setting up a therapy fund later you can contribute to… wish me luck… or something.
kissy-kissy,
Brie
Well, I suppose if it’s your goal to be in a relationship then you must get off the couch and actively pursue said relationship. That said, I shall live happily through you and thank God and the stars and whoever else that I’m not in the dating scene. It’s scary out there! Best of luck and happiness to you! I look forward to reading all about it
Love this idea. Yes, it IS a rom-com waiting to happen. I’d say try to remember it’s supposed to be fun, regardless of the outcome. And I can also say that i have serveral great friends who have met on-line thru Match and are now married with children. Crazy but true. Keep us posted!
HA! Ladies, I do NOT know how I let myself get talked into this. Is it sad that the second thought (after, OMGOSH, seriously???) was, well, this will be great for the blog!
Hopefully Ben likes trivia too, so…. =)
Snort… I somehow doubt I’ll find a guy at a bar. I’m probably the only one thinking “we (girls) never make time for each other any more. I think that’s what I’ll get out of it.”
But, if Ben’s there, super dooper
LOL Love. It. I’ll be curious to follow YOUR progress!!! Also, I expect anecdotal emails, natch. Is our dear Abby in on this, too?
Abby doesn’t know it yet *whispers* but I may be sucking her in on some of my “adventures”
abby is now aware and i’m totally game.