I have a slew of awesome/successful/ridiculous/brilliant/eligible bachelor friends who I am always looking to pimp out…
I love nothing more than hashing morning-after date scoop…
I will do almost anything for a solid blog post…
And then last night during happy hour it hit me! Why don’t I amp-up my romantic meddling by featuring a totally charming preapproved guy on my blog, setting him up with one of my readers and sharing the highlights with the rest of the interwebs (in an interesting..not sensational way) ! Intrigued?
Who lives in (or will be visiting) Chicago, and is game for being set-up with an adorable dude??? Who would be willing to go on this bling date AND would then let me interview them after this adventure?? (Fear not, I am not going to follow you around all night with a camera or anything…I will just email you some questions about the experience). I will then take your answers and blog about the experience from both his and her points of view.
What am I looking to discover through this exercise? I don’t know…
I wonder, was there a random something that she did that made him fall just a little for her? Was there a moment she wanted him to grab her hand…was he having the same thought? Was the date locale too noisy, too quiet…just right? Did he notice her insanely gorgeous date shoes?
The way I figure, “Blind Date: Blog Edition” could be a great way to:
Set-up attractive, urban, 2.0-friendly folk with guys that have been vouched for
Get a little bit from both sides on what works (and what seriously does not) on first dates
Potentially entertain ourselves with details of the dating rituals that whether we love or loathe, we have ALL had to live through
So, here is what I need from you:
In my next post, I am going to blog about the first featured hottie for this “Blind Date: Blog Edition” experiment. If you are interested in participating, email me a little bit about yourself to firstname.lastname@example.org. Tell me why you should be picked, a link to your blog (if you have one), and if you are cute, send a pic (ps. You are smoking hot!).
If you are already spoken for or get nauseated by the idea of self-exposure- could you please help me spread the word? Tell your friends…reblog, twitter, facebook this!
Come on, don’t we all have that too-awesome-for-words girlfriend who is just ridiculous enough to do something like this? Let her know!
Maybe this won’t work at all…but maybe, just maybe…this will turn out to be the best idea I have ever had after 3 margaritas (even better than that time I deomonstrated my karate-kid kick off of the top of a bar…I’m just saying).
I often find myself waiting for a bus in Chinatown because there are two bus options I can take (the shuttle or the X2). If you’ve been to D.C.’s Chinatown, you know that there are often crazy characters there - teenagers looking to cause trouble, protesters on every corner, hippies taking over the sidewalks and always an abundance of tourists. Because there are often so many people, you learn to ignore the weird stuff and get on with your day. It’s always expected that Chinatown is busy - and at around 6:30, when many people are either trying to leave the city after work, or are driving in to the Verizon Center for some event, traffic can even be described as horrendous. The day I was waiting for the shuttle wasn’t any different - traffic was backed up and barely moving at the corner of 7th and H. Things were about to get crazier when I heard a fire truck siren coming south of us. With traffic heading north backed up on both sides and cars unable to fully pull over, the fire truck did what any normal emergency vehicle in the city would do: it started traveling north in the southbound lane. A car, which had pulled over as much as it could considering the parked traffic on the side of the road, stopped moving and the firetruck made a move to go around it. However, it’s move was thwarted because the driver of that car opened her door and ran, screaming, to the side of street, wobbling on her wedge sandals, dropping her car keys in the process. Those of us on the other side of the street stood there, dumbfounded, watching this woman who apparently thought the firetruck was going to hit her car. As the door to her car stood open, stopping the fire truck from moving forward, the woman’s passenger climbed out from the driver’s side (apparently she didn’t care if he got trapped in the car) and proceeded to yell at the man driving the fire truck. Eventually he wised up, shut the door, and the fire truck moved around the car. The woman, who everyone was laughing at by now, went back to her car, got back in and drove off.