I’m Either Really Picky, or A Wimp

So for you long time readers of mine (we live in the age of 140 characters, so long time means reading to the end of this sentence basically), you might remember a few weeks ago a asked for some dares. If not you can read it again here: I Dare You..to Send Me a Dare!

Well, one such reader DID actually send me a dare:

Dear Singlegal
I dare you to…walk up to the next cute guy you see (in a bar, on a bus, in a whole foods parking lot, etc.) and ask him out. or at the very least, give him a sexy smile and wink and slip him your phone number. (i’m nice with my dares. i give you options).

just fyi if you find your future husband this way, i am totally taking all the credit…

law student in love

Well, everyone….this was in fact sent to me on Wednesday, July 6th. For those of you not at your iphones or sitting in front of your icals right now, that was two whole weeks AND a day ago! And guess what? I really haven’t seen any cute guys that I have wanted to go up to. Or have I? And am I just the biggest wimp in the world, and I convince myself not to make a move? And for that matter, what’s holding me back?

If only this children's book could give me dating advice!

I don’t really know, but maybe but exposing myself to the world the few people who decide to actually click on the links on my facebook page because they are bored at work as well, will actually force me to go up to a cute guy sooner rather than later. And not psych myself out in my head.

And another note, I will take more dares. Feel free to send them. I will actually (eh..who knows? I hope so…embarass me enough in the comments and I will!) try to do them, so think out of the box and tweet, email, comment below and force me to put myself out there in the world!

Email me @ SadSinglegal@gmail.com
Tweet me @sadsinglegal
Comment: BELOW!!!!

I Dare you to….send me a dare!

Do you remember when you were a little kid and there was something that you didn’t want to do, so you dared your friend to do it? Or when you were at overnight camp, and your whole bunk in unison yelled something like, “We dare you to wear underwear on your head to dinner,” and you HAD to or else you would feel like losers?

Ah, remember when this look was this funny? To be at overnight camp....

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar

…looks around, sees that the person she is meeting isn’t there yet, freaks a little, and then pulls out her phone. Yes, this is you! Don’t even try to deny it. I’m not. I will openly admit that I will even pretend (yeah, pretend) to be looking at important emails (see mom and dad, acting classes did pay off!) when I am really twittering, facebooking, wordpressing, etc. Continue reading