Running the gauntlet - Day 11

Date: 2010-08-14, 3:30AM CDT
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For those of you who haven't been keeping track, I am now 10% of the way through my project of posting 100 Craigslist ads over the course of 100 days. It is, undoubtedly, a herculean undertaking, and one that admittedly stretches my considerable skills in the arena of "talking about myself." It was pointed out, recently, that there is a legitimate suspicion to be roused by a guy that can talk about himself as much as I have, and indeed, intend to for an additional 90 days. I like to thing the right girl will find this to be an endearing show of vulnerability and not a show of glaring megalomania and self-centeredness.

So here's the thing, Ladies of the Internet. I'm probably free this Friday. No doubt many of you have come to recognize this continual truth. Today, however, being Friday, I found myself with plans. In reality, I have a grown-up job and can't afford to let a Friday night pass waiting by the Internet hoping a charming young lady will send an appealing missive. I'd love to hear from you, but in the meantime, I'll be drinking in someone's garage in Uptown.

Now, here's the rub. I don't know many, if any, single people. And if there's one thing couples enjoy, it's seeing their single friends entangled into relationships. The cynical part of my thinks of this as a parallel to Stockholm Syndrome, but I like to believe, on some level, that they just want me to be happy. The immediate result, however, is a lot of interest among my immediate social circle, in my personal life.

More than one of my first dates with girls I've met on the internet have been covertly chaperoned by a table full of my friends to whom I had let slip the time and location of my plans for the evening. Oftentimes, given this fact, I find it's easiest to just introduce the young women who have attracted my dubious attentions to my friends as early and as fully as possible. And I'll be honest. It's a tough room.

My friends are, I can say with minimal hyperbole, the best people to ever walk the earth. Witty, charming, socially and practically adept, insightful and gracious to the man and woman, are the lot of them. And, in spite of my perennial solitude, they have high expectations for the young women I introduce to them. To be fair, nearly half of them are young women I introduced to the group. Ultimately, I think they trust my judgment.

My questionable project seems to be attracting a wider audience, so I've got my fingers crossed that some of that audience includes girls who are not only up to the standards of my scumbag friends, but are painfully aware that they're up to those standards.

Hi. I'm Dan. I'm probably free this Friday.

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