Not much to update on...

... but I have a feeling that may all change tomorrow.

Why, you ask? Well, I agreed to go to an event with my crazy fun 60-year-old aunt. My crazy fun 60-year-old aunt who is totes into fixing me up and claiming the finders' fee.

She told me she's got someone she "wants to introduce me to." And she's already claiming rights to the finders' fee.

For the sweet love of Jesus and Mary. Well, even if nothing pans out with this guy, I can guarantee you there will at least be a good story associated with it, if I know my aunt at all.

(And if it totally sucks, at least I know there will be homemade limoncello to down at her house afterward. Eff the trying to steer clear of drinking thing.)

I mean, I thought last Friday's "cock hunt outing" (so termed by my friend and her hubs, who had been planning a manhunt outing for weeks) was embarrassing enough. But I have a feeling that tomorrow may be even more... umm... interesting.

(And in case you're wondering, the cock hunt was a bust. But I still had fun with my pregs friend and her very determined hubs/my wingman.)

So, while you're all waiting for updates on tomorrow's adventure with my aunt, put on your thinking caps... because it's time to name September's dating adventures!!

What do you think? September to Remember? SeptMENber? September Salami? Whaddya got for me?

Fancy seeing you here...

Have you ever had a weird feeling that the universe was trying to send you a message?

I've been randomly seeing The Ram (who I met through mutual friends a couple of years ago and have subsequently seen a few times since then) for the past couple of weeks. Hadn't seen him since last summer, and then, in the span of just a few days, I ran into him about four or five times. (Hence the name The Ram... because I keep running into him.)

It all started when I saw him out during lunch about two weeks ago. We exchanged friendly hellos, but I honestly didn't think much of it... especially because I was pretty sure he didn't even remember my name.

Then we crossed paths during lunchtime a few days later. We waved and yelled "hi!" to each other across the street, but didn't stop to chat.

Early last week, I was walking to an Indians game with a bunch of guys from work and saw The Ram sitting in his car waiting to pull out (TWSS) as the guys and I were crossing the street. He started waving to me from inside his car and, after wondering who the hell was waving to me for a second, I realized who it was and popped over to say hi.

And, in the spirit of Mr. May-be (this month's proactive manhunt adventures), I told The Ram that we should just grab lunch already for as much as we'd been running into each other. He agreed.

So I took his card, emailed him a few times last week and booked a lunch date for next week. (Our calendars didn't work out until then -- boo!)

After all of the weird run-ins, I finally told my friends about all of the random sightings to see if they thought it was as bizarre as I did. Being a great wingwoman (and a loyal blog reader who knows the sorry state of my dating life right now), my friend (the one who knows both me and The Ram) texted him to come meet us, and 15 minutes later he showed up for a couple of drinks. (He had to leave shortly thereafter because he had other plans for the nite, but in the short time he was there we confirmed that he is not dating anyone right now.)

After all of this randomness, I really felt like the universe was trying to tell me something. I mean, I don't run into people I work with as much as I was running into this guy.

So I almost couldn't believe it yesterday when I ran into The Ram again. This time, at the gym. (Yes, you read that correctly. The gym. Not jazzercise.)

I was taking a dance class that my friend teaches at the Rocky River Fitworks (which was super fun, BTW) and happened to catch a glimpse of The Ram standing right outside the room we were in. For realz? I nearly fainted. (Then again, that could have been attributed to all of the dancing to Michael Jackson.) When class was over, he happened to be standing about 20 feet outside the group fitness room, so we briefly chatted (as I was dripping with sweat, mind you... like I had just re-enacted that scene from Flashdance) before I headed to my car.

So is it possible that all of these were just weird coincidences? (Minus the planned drinks pop-in at the Greenhouse Tavern.) Or is the universe trying to tell me something? Guess we'll find out at my lunch soiree with The Ram next week. Unless, of course, I run into him before then...

Important P.S.: I have always thought that The Ram is pretty much one of the funniest people I ever met in my life. Which, as you know, is trait #1 on the AAB boy wish list. Hmmm...

***** UPDATE *****

My friend just reminded me that she and I ran into The Ram at D'vine in between the biz card exchange and The Greenhouse Tavern run-in. I ran into him so much, I forgot one of the run-ins!!!

The Virtual Wing(wo)man

The fun part about telling everyone and their mother about the finders' fee is getting random messages from people trying to score the grand prize.

Case in point: this weekend, I got two messages from friends I don't typically hear from on a regular basis. Or, as I like to call them, my virtual wing(wo)men.

Virtual Wingwoman: My friend Abby, who I just recently met but who sort of feels like an old friend. We just immediately got along, and I kinda thought she was like a tinier version of me (which is saying something, considering I'm only 5'2"). We've only hung out a couple of times, but I think our immediate "connection" (no, I'm not interested in her in *that* way) means that she already probably "gets" me (and my type of guy) pretty well. Anyhow, got a text from Abby on Friday nite saying that she had a new prospect in mind for me. Unfortunately, I was couch-bound with my cold and couldn't meet her out. So, I emailed her today for details on the potential future Mr. Always a Bridesmaid. Stay tuned.

Virtual Wingman: My friend Mark who's on a nonprofit Board with me. He knows me pretty well, so I was interested to see who he had in mind. Problem is, I'm not sure he had anyone specific in mind. Just got a text from him saying, "Do you like Italian guys?" I'm assuming he was at a wedding that was filled with lots of my comrades (Italians, that is). But his wife is uber-Italian, so he might have just been scrolling through her cell phone too. Mark, I need a little more info than that.

Needless to say, I'm quite intrigued by what either of these guys have in mind. If nothing else, it should make for some interesting blog fodder.

Please note: this is not the first time either Abby or Mark have tried to fix me up. So what are you doing just sitting there reading this blog? Let's get in on the finders' fee action, people.