Holy shit, date number 35… I’m halfway through my list of 69 dates. I found it a big number at first. But actually it’s just one date a month on average. I wouldn’t call that super crazy or impressive. It just proves to me that consistency works. On the long-term, small actions add up to something significant. If you ask someone with a Netflix account to add up all the hours of watching series, it’s going to be massive. A track record of 6969 hours on the counter makes you look like a chronic binge-watcher with no life. If you put it in the perspective of an episode a day, it sounds like you appreciate the fine art of visual story-telling.
What am I supposed to do? When I don’t go on dates, it looks like I’m undesirable and a sad single. When I do go on dates, it looks like I’m unserious and a too happy single. I was inclined to say that the numbers don’t matter that much. I changed my mind after 0.6969 seconds (that’s how fast my brain works) as numbers tell you something about the history of a person. Here is where it gets dangerous. It’s easy to start judging or making assumptions. People know this (or learnt it the hard way) and start fine-tuning the numbers. I remember I was swiping during my holidays and somehow it turned out that the majority of the girls was “just new” on the app. Maybe it was sheer coincidence, who knows. Or one time a girl was giving me a hard time because of the number of dates on this blog. Turns out she had more appointments than cases of alcohol intoxication on an intensive care unit during New Year’s Eve.
The most loyal readers on this blog already know that I’m a firm believer of using quantity to get to quality. More reference experiences mean knowing better what you want. More exposure means more chances to get lucky. However, I also find that there’s a limit to this. There’s no point in racking up 690 dates. That’s just a waste of time. Did someone say law of diminishing returns? You have to trust the process and from what I hear, when the One is there, you’ll know.
I know you’re all dying to know what “workshop” we attended. Well, we went to a place that hosted a quiz evening. Luckily we didn’t participate eventually because we didn’t know shit.
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