Lets observe the count this month:
Five is the number of people I've been suggested to for a blind date in a MONTH - and 5 is the number I have yet to go out with, but am dreading. 2 is the number of blind dates that have called me. 2 is the number of blind dates that share the same name (Matt - red flag). 1 is the number of blind date who is under the age of 28 and that said 26 is the number I secretly hold as the "last normal year of a man's dating life - after that they are set in their ways and not budging. 1 is the number of blind date that "isn't married yet because his former girlfriends all wanted to get their MA and he wasn't following them (steeeeerike 1,2 &3)", 3 is the number of blind dates I've not even seen a picture of (yes of course it matters - don't act like it doesn't),1 is the number of blind dates my HOME TEACHER set me up with because his buddy asked him to "help me find someone to date, dude...", 1 is the number of blind date that canceled day of (eh - I really didn't care - kinda relieved), 1 is the number of blind date that talked so fast on the phone I had to take time to untangle the where-tos and the why-fors, 5 is the number of minutes it took for me to realize this probably won't work and I've only just spoken to you on the phone, 3 of 4 is the number of items hit on my "no way no matter what" list 2 of the blind dates have already touched upon (you want to know what they are don't you? Don't worry - they're reasonable) and "too many" is the number of people who claim that "so and so and so and so" met on a blind date and are married now so you never know. I know. I know.
What more can I do now but sum up with some Sylvia Plath because really, she hits it on the head...
"I hated coming downstairs sweaty handed and curious every Saturday night and having some senior introduce me to her aunt's best friend's son and finding some pale, mushroomy fellow with protruding ears or buck teeth or a bad leg. I didn't think I deserved it. After all, I wasn't crippled in any way [ANY WAY PROVO! I'M just SINGLE!]...I just studied to hard. I didn't know when to stop."
...as well as let you know I'll go on these blind dates (all 5 of them) - I'll be a "sport" but really, I'd rather just find "him" on my own. I believe in me (and my tastes), I believe in the Lords timing and guidence for me, so come on Provo and well meaning friends, why can't you? Or at LEAST put some value on my personal preferences. Geez.