- It's the weekend.
- Despite being brilliant, relatively in shape, financially sound, witty, good looking, and not at all obnoxious...
- I still have absolutely no plans.
While the rest of you are managing bath night, the changing of diapers, and trying to locate a babysitter for the weekly rekindling of your marital flame, I got nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Let's peak behind the wizard's curtain. Great and terrible, come look at my social life...
January is 20 days old and despite having a full-time job and numerous church responsibilities, I have managed to read about 1,700 pages of books or magazines, watched the seventh season of Monk, am halfway through the eighth season, took a vacation and spent a full day driving in the car, and did it all on my own.
When I wrote my original "Set Up Contract," I intended to suppress offers. It has worked. It has worked very, very well. After more than a year, when faced with the contract only one person has persisted. (And he was disqualified for failing to meet the due diligence clause.)
I'm beginning to think the contract works too well.
Here is the new experiment:
Anyone wishing to set me up may do so sans contractual agreement, however, I sincerely ask that you go through three simple steps.
- Make a list of the five smartest women that you know. ANY women.
- Make a list of the ten most attractive women that you personally know. ANY women.
- If any women is on both lists, and is single, and has aspirations for a temple marriage, and is AT LEAST 22.5 years old, I would love to meet her.
Fire, meet fire.