Dating Outlook

So this is it. Here I am. My first blog. My name is Sandy. I’m guessing I’m here because the last author fell in love. Good for her. Maybe her luck will rub off on us all… let’s be honest. That’s why you’re here right? Either that or you’re a member of my immediate circle of trust whom I’ve all but forced into checking out my new favorite hobby.

But really, isn’t that everyone’s ultimate goal? To fall in love? As much as I loathe dating—I mean, come on, at times, it can be agonizing—I guess it beats arranged marriage. Do me a favor. Just humor me a little. Take a moment to think about the worst date you’ve ever been on. Now think about your parents playing a cruel joke on you that never ends and they decide you and that other person would make a great couple. I don’t know about you, but I’m having flashbacks of this date of one guy who actually gave me a polygraph test. No joke. This was something he must have done a time or two, because believe you me—saying his questions were rehearsed is an understatement. He might as well have had an eleven page single-spaced manuscript in front of him. Verbatim. He didn’t even flinch. At first I thought it was funny. It was like a game to me. And I actually thought about my answers… why, I will never know because it didn’t really matter either way. But, after an hour or so of questions like “have you ever sped over 90 mph?� or “have you ever been addicted to narcotics, prescription drugs or aerosol cans?� or my favorite, “have you ever been to Vegas?� At one point I actually tried to look outside to see if I could spot Ashton Kutcher because I thought I being punked… (hey, he’s a fellow Iowan, it could happen). Luckily, I passed the polygraph. Only God knows what I would have been in for if I wouldn’t have.

In any case, I couldn’t be happier to be here. On to my research… this ought to be fun.

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Sandy