MaryB and the City

It’s raining men.

My 30 Days of Dating challenge is going swimmingly. So much so, I have quite possibly bit off more than I can chew. Someone throw me a man preserver, stat.

The Quarterback, Resident & Reporter are all in the picture still, and all three of them need to get on my calendar. This week could quite possibly require a double-booking, but my hope is to avoid that.

Speaking of multitasking, I actually ichatted with two fellas from The Match last night @ the same time. It was nothing short of a miracle that I didn’t call someone the wrong name or reference an entirely different conversation. My delayed response at some points were blamed on Desperate Housewives, which was half true. The beauty of electronic communication is I can secretly reference profiles and past emails at my discretion for talking points and memory triggers.

OH! And, managed to get the last names of both boys…we’ll call them [for clarity sake only, they’re actually not quite worthy of a distinct reference, yet] the Engineer and the Artist. Of course, immediately Googled & looked them up on Facebook. The Artist is friends with four of mine. This absolutely kills me. But wait, it gets better. One of our mutual friends is a guy I also dated, from The Match! Ughh. I’m starting to get cyberphobic.

As I type this blog post, I’m also backlogged on responses to other chaps. There are 10 active bachelors I’m emailing with, five winks I need to address, and simply cannot keep up. Not to mention I’m knee deep in job applications and interview bookings.

But being one who apparently likes to make matters tougher than they already are, I upped the ante by joining yet another dating site, same premise as The Match, but specifically for Catholics. While passing time before Mass began yesterday, I noticed a small advertisement for the site in the church bulletin and decided to give it a go. Not putting too much hope in that resource though, as my search criteria only generated a whopping 2 pages of results and not one caught my eye within 30 miles. But, may I just say, there are a ton of eligible catches in the DC area. Moving back to my hometown maybe isn’t such a bad idea after all.

This simul man hunt/job hunt is taking up much more time than I ever anticipated. A business in this predicament would need an action plan.

Immediate Next Steps: Hire a Secretary. Purchase an extra large umbrella.