I should be in movies. Okay, maybe just commercials.

Specifically, the Match commercials. But not because I have found my soul mate - no no. Because I would tell the truth. Warts and all. And there are lots of warts, people.

Wonder which scenario they would want me to start with: the fact that both dates I had this week cancelled at the last minute? Or that the guy I had gone on 5 (sober and make-out free, yet still fun) dates with fell off the face of the earth? Or there's always the creepy older dude who emailed me about coming over to his place while he cooked me spaghetti and I could lie in his tanning bed...

Now THAT'S an infomercial I would stay up to watch. :)