The Plan

Ever since college, almost any time I tell a story about an interaction I've had with a guy, my friends laugh and tell me I should write a book. I tell them that my stories won’t be entertaining to people that don’t know me because, honestly, people that don't know me probably think I lean towards the crazy side. Then I came up with the idea of asking out one guy a week for a year. If the guy doesn’t say yes, oh well, it won’t be the first or last time. So yes, this is happening…not because I’m on the search for “the one,” but because why the heck not? Also because of all the guys I’ve kissed in my life, only one of them was my boyfriend. Seriously, I’m a bit of a free spirit and I’ve only had two relationships which both lasted three months – one when I was in 6^th grade (and we never kissed), and the second when I was 31 (we kissed a lot). Instead of going on dates, I usually tend to make out with a guy friend or a random dude that I’ve met. Plus, I moved to SF over a year ago and have even less game here (and by “even less” I mean zero, possibly negative game). I blame it on the fact that the majority of the male population here either also like guys or they are hipsters, and neither of those groups wants to date me. I can’t think of a thing I have to lose with this new plan. I love talking to strangers, I can try different methods of asking out guys, my friends and I will be endlessly entertained, and maybe I’ll actually go on a date (because the last date I went on was with my 2^nd boyfriend over a year ago). Really, the only possible kink in this plan is if one of the guys and I fall madly in love with each other, but hard-headed me forges on with this project and leads a double-life causing all sorts of nail-biting, frustrating chaos to ensue before we live happily ever after in the end (think romantic-comedy with Natalie Portman). Let the games begin!