You know how the song goes. Even if you haven’t heard it, you know how the song goes:
“Looking for love in all the wrong places”
It’s become a cliche. A trope. A phrase so common that talentless bloggers use it to…well, you get the jist. But cliches become cliches for a reason. They contain some kind of universal truth to which we can all relate.
So where exactly is the right place to look for love?
Fuck if I know. Mr. Johnny Lee forgot to mention that in his song.
But, to be honest, I’m not sure if it’s love I’m looking for. I just know I’m looking. Maybe it’s for love. Human connection. Sex. Something to do…
I suppose I could look in bars. That works sometimes. The internet is a popular choice these days. Classes, clubs, and sporting events seem to pop up on those Top 10 lists you find in magazines.
The truth is, you can probably find love (or whatever it is you’re looking for) just about anywhere, as long as you’re actually looking. Okay, the chick in the rom-com that is ‘living her best life’ and bumps into the man of her dreams at the grocery store is an exception, but I am definitely not her. Are you her? Probably not. I mean, I hope you’re not. I hate her.*
So, I’m gonna go looking. I’m going to look in all of those places I mentioned before, and probably several others. I’m going to give myself exactly one year to go on 100 first dates, and I’ll write about it all here, for your voyeuristic pleasure. I don’t know if I’ll find love but, hopefully somewhere along the way, I’ll at least find out what I’m looking for.
* Okay, I don’t really hate her, that’s just things girls say about other girls who are successful at things.