Earlier today, Liz left a comment on my blog seemingly implying that I was holding out on her--being stingy with the details about my adventures with meMarmony Search 2.0. The truth is, sadly, that I've had no particularly interesting details thus far. Wait a minute. I take that back. The fact that a friend and I recently discovered we were both in "Open Communication" with the same guy was pretty interesting... as was the profile I received for a man listing his occupation as Superhero.** Aside from those little tidbits, however, nothing too interesting to note. I haven't even met a single one of these men yet. This seems a little strange to me... maybe I'm remembering things through the same rose-colored glasses that made me re-join meMarmony in the first place, but I swear the invites came earlier and the activity was more regular the last time I played this little game.
Perhaps there's simply a three-week incubation period on dates this time around, however, because in the past few days, I have had two invitations for the standard introductory coffee-date and one suggestion that I let a guy buy me "a coffee, a Greenie, or a gyro at Holy Land." Add in the upcoming dinner with Index Card Guy, and suddenly it seems entirely feasible that I may have four dates with four different men in the same one-week span. (Again, in case it isn't clear, no, I'm not a whore. But thanks for asking.)
This is all very unique and potentially interesting, but mainly I just keep wondering how on earth I'm going to squeeze all these dates into my schedule and still have time for important things like finally replying to long-neglected e-mails and watching the many fine television programs to which I'm addicted. I need my requisite amount of sitting-around time, after all. Dating has this annoying way of cutting into that at times.
I was pondering this in a message to GG and Darren earlier today... I was telling them that four men want to meet me all at once, and suddenly it dawned on me that perhaps I really should meet them all at once. It would be like my own personal episode of ElimiDATE, and it could be an entirely amusing (and ego-boosting) experiment. (It would also save me a whole lot of time.) Of course, with my luck, the four eligible bachelors would not be clamoring for my attention and performing bizarre feats of strength to impress me in absurd ways... instead, two of them would bond over some shared appreciation for the Vikings or Nintendo Wii or the latest developments on 24 and would thereafter ignore me the rest of the night, and another one would find himself rightfully above the foolish game of competitive dating, leaving me with only the most fawning and desperate of the bunch. There was a reason I never applied to be a participant on ElimiDATE, after all, and it didn't entirely have to do with not wanting to be filmed in a bikini entering a hot tub on national TV. Still, it's an amusing idea nonetheless...
* Please tell me at least one of you got the reference in this subject line (and actually heard the guy's voice saying it in your head as you read it). I cannot be at peace thinking I am the only one who actually got sucked into the trainwreck that was ElimiDATE more than thrice.
** This is actually sort of a genius move, I think, if you're looking to give the ladies an easy lead-in to all sorts of borderline-suggestive questions... you know, like, "So what kind of outfit do you wear?" and "Do you look good in tights?" and, of course, "What sorts of special powers do you have?" Surely I wouldn't be the first woman to go down that route, however, so I wouldn't even gain any points for creativity with any of those.