Three Blind Dates (Dating by Numbers, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

“I can say penis.” Ehh . . . can’t I? I make a mental note to look over the list of words I can’t say on air again. “It’s not like I said cock or throbbing man sword. I used the medical term. Penis. That’s legit.” “Yeah, about a guy who was jogging by you this morning. You said his penis was swaying like the wrecking ball in Miley Cyrus’s music video and he needed to wear man panties rather than free-ballin’ it.”

I refuse to second-guess myself during this process. I’ve been second-guessing my entire dating life. It’s time I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. If I want to find a true partner in life, then I need to act myself.

It takes time to find the right match. It doesn’t happen magically. On paper or in our data system, you might seem like a good match with someone else, but computers and graphs can’t calculate the human emotion.

Being single is fun . . . for a little bit. But I’ve realized that there comes a time in a person’s life when they just want to be able to have a partner in crime, someone you come home to every night, and wake up with every morning. Someone who cheers during your triumphs and carries you when you fall.

But what I really want, what I truly, desperately want is romance. I want to hold my husband’s hand in a movie or when we walk to the store. I want to yell at him one minute over something stupid, then be making passionate love the next, simply because we can’t stay mad at each other. I want to be cherished, for someone to call me his own. And I want to give myself to that someone for as long as we both shall live.

But, you’re young and should be having flings with irresistible men. You know, be all Sex in the City. Be a Samantha.”

your mind might be blind, but your heart never is.