Are You Serious? Or Are You NUTS?

Three. Count them: Three. I have been told by three different people that they will set me up with someone they know. And we’re just halfway done with February, people!

What? Is being single when you’re 29 so bad?

By the third time that I was asked to go on a blind date, I spent a good proper one hour in front of the mirror, convinced that I probably had “Desperate single!” carved on my forehead and I just couldn’t see it. And so I tried to search for it only to realize that s**t, I need to have a facial soon. My face is breaking out.

If you’re wondering what happened to those attempted three blind dates, my answer to that would be this: Those three people who asked me? They’re still alive. But barely.

Don't you even dare ask...

When asking me to go on a blind date with your friend, please take note that I do not feel flattered. I know you have good intentions (such as seeing me all happy and finally in love again) and I thank you for that. But this blind date attempts? It really doesn’t leave me with a warm, fluttery feeling. See paragraph number three, about the mirror.

image source: Fabiana Zonca