Intro.

Is it possible to meet the love of your life, your soulmate even, in a city that's known for having no soul?

I'm almost 26 years old, and right now, I don't think it's possible. Is it because I'm too cynical? Maybe. Too socially awkward? Meh. Too freakin' awesome? Well, duh. Too damn picky for my own good? For sure. I don't know.  But what I do know...I've gone on some dating (mis)adventures in the past few years. It's all funny...to me, anyway...now.

Seriously, I'm not the one to believe in "the one" and that's not what I'm looking for. Sure, I'd like to get married, settle down, and possibly have kids someday (although even my own mother has given up on the fact that I'll ever reproduce)...but right now, I just want to be comfortable with someone...a long-term relationship with a commitment to each other. I don't need a ring or anything like that, just some company...and maybe some sex (hey, while we're being honest here...). I do want to fall in love again; it's the best feeling in the world next to being in love. I'm one of those people who runs off of that contentedness of just being.

The catch?
I live in Las Vegas the city with, coincidentally, not only pretty bad odds of winning Megabucks, but also the worst odds of finding a halfway decent human being to interact with.

To combat my slight social anxiety and possibly find someone interesting to keep my time, I have decided to challenge myself. The challenge? Go out at least once a week on my own (no wingmen involved) to try to meet guys and possibly score a date. It seems easy enough for the normal human being, but like I said, I have a slight social anxiety and I'm shy beyond belief when it comes to new people and places.

In between these little events I will put myself through, I'll blog about some of my past dating mishaps, as I had said...they're funny (some of them really, really funny).

Let's see how this works out, if it does, shall we?

Until next time,
A.S.