So I’m putting off posting right now, because really, the post I need to write is Z is for Zak. I’ve dated my way right to the end of the alphabet. And I’m still single. And in typical Sally fashion, I’m avoiding facing that fact. If I don’t write about it, it hasn’t happened. Right? (Indulge me. Just for today).
I’d feel so much better if I had a new plan; it just never occurred to me when I started playing the Alphabet Dating Game that I’d actually make it to Zak. Or Zeus. Or Zeb. According to the wise folks at Plenty of Fish, it takes an average of 7 dates to find someone. Clearly, they haven’t factored my dating patterns into their calculations.
I’ve been thinking about new dating approaches. I’ve considered having theme months. In May, for example, I might only date men under 50 who list motorcycles and dancing as interests. Or I might date only by astrological sign. Apparently Cancer and Scorpio men are perfect for me. Taurus and Capricorn men are nearly perfect. At least it would give me a clear focus.
But maybe it’s dangerous to go down that road. Maybe in playing the Alphabet Dating Game, I created a self-fulfilling prophecy. The minute I wrote A is for Adam, I ensured that I’d still be writing about dating more than a year later. And that I’d be putting off writing a post titled Z is for Zak. It’s been my experience that the Universe provides exactly what I ask for. It’s just that usually I don’t realize until it’s too late that I’ve put in a request.
Now that I think about it, maybe I can use that self-fulfilling concept to my benefit. Maybe I can get the Universe working on my behalf.
Do you think it’s too late for me to become a trophy wife?