And then they turned on me.
One of my friends – a blonde who, in my opinion, doesn’ t have a problem with guys, period – said, “I challenge you to go on ONE date a month.”
She extended her hand as if to seal a bet.
“What?” I replied, half-laughing. “You DO know that I’m lucky if I fill my one-date quota for the year, right? That’s impossible.”
“Oh, you’ll do it!” my dark-haired friend chimed in. “Just get online!”
“Pssssssp!” I scoffed.
“Just think of them as practice dates,” she replied.
I still wasn’t convinced, but I ended up shaking hands with them anyway.
“All riii-iight,” I said in a sing-song voice. “But I still say it’s not gonna happen.”
After a moment, I asked, “So what happens if I don’t fill my date quota for the month?”
My friends looked at each other, and then Friend #2 replied with a grin, “Then we find a date for you.”
Honestly, I’m tempted NOT to even try this month. Chances are who they cough up would probably end up being way better than whomever I end up choosing – or not choosing, as might be more likely.
Meh. Maybe I’ll sign up with Lavalife in March.