This is either entirely brave or entirely stupid. Then again, perhaps it's both.
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.
And while my intuitive, empathetic nature and ability to network professionally have been boons to my career, these same qualities have led to boondoggles with guys.
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 ...
If I can sign into dating (cr)apps such as Bumble and Tinder to help find me a decent bloke, I'd like to think I can put a little more faith in you - a genuine human being - to do that for me.
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.)
I've tried to write my own story for too long. So whether this leads to a fairytale or just a cool tale to tell, I think this will be a super fun social (media) experiment and experience.
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.S. Dad, if you knew what Tinder was like, you'd actually be very proud of this.
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!