3six5

Today was supposed to be my day to be part of the3six5 project – 365 days, 365 views. Unfortunately, wires got crossed and they posted someone else’s post. It’s a great project and one I was really excited about. It was one project that I had been waiting over a year to write for, even though I had no idea what the day would be like

Below is the post that never got published

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I’ve thought about this day for almost a year now. Excited, nervous, anxious. What would I write? What city would I be in? What would my life look like? When I picked the date, I was unsure. From a career perspective, we had just been acquired and I knew it was an opportunity for change.

Today’s National Dice Day, apropos for someone working with Las Vegas casinos. Today is also the Great Santa Run, where 10,000 marathoners dress in Santa costumes and run The Strip. It’s the adult version of Disney, where everything is magical & surreal. Nevertheless, for me, the lights have faded. Today, the wind of Chicago is my version of Vegas lights.

The other thing today is? 361 days of what could be called unrequited like. Foolish? Romantic? You decide. All I know is he’s the one I’d take along for my ride around the sun.

Oh yes, I’ve dated others. I love the thrill of meeting someone new as much as the next person, maybe more. In fact, I even started this project, 10 Guys, 10 Drinks. The premise was to go on ten dates and on each date have a different drink, so even if the date was a bust, at least I got to try a new drink. Long story short, I stopped just shy of #10. I wanted to save that one for someone special.

Despite the men I’ve dated, when I think about the person I want to confide in, curl up next to or come home to, it’s him. It’s funny; I used to say he’s not my type. I’d take one look at his picture and wouldn’t think twice. He’d probably say the same about me. Yet, he’s said it himself – we fit well together.

It may not be the “perfect” moment, but today I’m using this post to tell you what I didn’t say well before. I want more. I think us can work. I want a chance. I want you to be #10. How about it? How about a “real” date?

I’m pretending that I am brave. That I do not care if you react to this. It is only pretend.

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The writer is a 28-year-old interactive marketer, who believes in the impossible, playing by rule #76 & is looking for love.