While it may appear as though I share so much of my life publicly, I don't. I've created a hard line between personal and private information. So I'll tell you personal things about me and the silly or embarrassing things I do. But I never share private stories ... Stories about my relationships ... Specifically, romantic ones.
Since the proverbial definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result, what I'm about to do could quite possibly be the sanest thing I've ever done.
So here's the deal ...
To that end, I am relinquishing control of my dating life choices and handing over the reins to you.
HERE ARE THE RULES:
1. You select a (willing) date for me and connect us via private Facebook message, text or email.
2. I cannot say no to a first date of your selection.
3. I cannot (and will not) stand the date up - as long as he's in my geographical area. (*Note: I live in Toronto. Though I have always wanted to move to San Diego or somewhere warm.)
HERE ARE MY REQUIREMENTS:
1. None. (I'm not falling into that insanity trap again.)
This is a true exercise of the honour system. I trust that you will have my best interests, his best interests, and my puppy Fozzie Bear's best interests at heart. (And know, my father has a heart condition.)
And I'd love for you to play a part in this story any way you wish. Should you choose to select a date, share this post, just follow along, or even console my father.
Stay tuned ...
P.P.S. Dad, if you actually knew what Tinder was, you'd know it does not refer to a flammable material in this case. Though it would be inflammatory for you. Love you, papa!