Overheard at the Office

An excerpt from conversation I had with coworker/friend today:

Me: I need a raise.
Her: Why?
Me: So I can buy myself more pretty rings like this one.
(Waving my hand with new, big, shiny semi-precious ring on it.)
Me: I watch it sparkle while I type on my computer.
Her: You're ridiculous.
Me: I can never get engaged... I wouldn't get any work done.

Don't worry, folks! It ain't happening any time soon. But more dates are....stay tuned!

I'm back!

Ohhhh, my lovelies..... Do I have a story for you...

Welcome to the Wading Pool

So, there's this game that I play with my friends called Marry, Fuck, or Throw. In Marry, Fuck, or Throw, player A gives player B the choice of three people and then player B has to choose which among them they would marry, who they would sleep with, and who they would throw. You can play MFT about celebrities or about people you know. It's a game without points or winners, and it's a great way to kill time on a long car ride or just gossip about your friends.

Perhaps you've heard of it before, or played it, or been the topic of someone else's MFT game. I've also heard it referred to as Marry, Fuck, or Kill and various other iterations. (I prefer to Throw, rather than Kill, because it seems a little more benign. Though, I may be imagining throwing my choices into shark infested waters sometimes.)

So, now that you've gotten the gist behind MFT, allow me to explain my circumstances. I am single. I am 30-something. I am 30-something and single. In a society where we have whole television series (multiple, actually) about brides-to-be picking the right wedding dress, sometimes I think being 30ish and single is a good thing and sometimes it's a bad thing. Which leads me to the dating pool...

Join me on my real life, single girl dating exploits as I attempt to meet great guys and decide - Marry, Fuck, or Throw??