Before a blind date I find there is always a smidge of hopeful optimism and nervousness. I find myself wondering, ‘Can this be the this the One.. ?’  Then I refocus myself on enjoying the journey and getting to know the new possibilities that cross my path.  Hair, makeup, outfit, check.  In some instances the optimism is either affirmed or quickly dismissed as you walk through the door, smile and start engaging (or struggling) with conversation.  It is an easy going chemistry.  The “Aha” instinct becomes clear in most cases rather quickly.  Though many of the times the optimistic air is let out of the balloon, this process is still worth sticking to.  For no other reason as the many times as I have heard “it will happen when you least expect it,” Romeo has yet gotten past my doorman, knocked on my apartment door as I veg on the couch in my pjs with a glass of pinot noir.  Therefore I choose the alternative, having my pinot outside my apartment, meeting new friends and embracing the freedom and opportunities that come with being a singleton.

#43 A shout to the women: Steak Houses…Time and time again that is where all my guy friends tend to congregate for some purpose or another.