I’ve had the most fruitless year when it comes to dating.
I’m calling it my dry spell; my granny days; my I literally-haven’t-had-sex-in-over-a-year-therefore-I-am-a-born-again-virgin days.
It’s sad, true, and I’m absolutely, 100 percent changing it starting last week.
I have started my own serial dating game: “Dating by letters.”
The idea is to date everyone you can to secure every letter of the alphabet within a reasonable amount of time. If you date a different letter of the alphabet every week - and we’re talking first names here, not last - it would take you 26 weeks to complete the game. Of course, first names with “X” and “Q” will be a bit tough - even “Z” is daunting, unless I find a Zach of course. The purpose of dating by letters is reduce my selectivity of the opposite sex.
If that “g” I’ve been waiting for happens to take interest in me at a party, you betcha I’ll be flirting with him all night so he can get my number, take me out, and let me add his name to my dirty list.
By forcing yourself to judge someone by the letter of their first name, you actually see past the surface-level judgements you may have normally passed. Sure, you may still pass them - “He has no style,” “He didn’t go to a good school,” “His laugh is really weird,” - but at least you are giving that person a second chance. And that second chance may turn into a voluntarily chance and later on, a request - and not from him, but from you.
It may not be Match.com, but my own dating service while living in New York City will let down my barriers and open me up to new people, experiences and joys that I may not have had if I weren’t playing this name game.
And maybe by the middle of the alphabet, I’ll break my sex-less streak. But I’m not holding my breath on that.
Stay tuned for “Dating by Numbers” updates. I got my “I” last week and my “A” tonight [a capital A for AWKWARD, let me tell ya].
*Posted by Sammy D