I’m single this Valentine’s Day, and according to Romantic Comedy Law, I’m required to spend the holiday eating cookie dough ice cream, crying and adopting a 79th cat.
I’m not going to do any of that. Not only because I’m actually a dog person, but also because I’m pretty much single by choice. Why? Because I loathe dating down to the very core of my being.
Everything about a first date sucks. The requisite Starbucks meet-up. (Because nothing says romance like coffee breath.) The “Who pays? Should you pay? Do I pay?” awkward wallet dance. The inevitable weird story bomb.
It’s easier and 700 times more enjoyable for me to just spend Friday nights on my own — watching movies, taking advantage of the empty grocery store, playing with my dog, reading a book.
But, unfortunately, Mr. Right isn’t going to just show up on my couch. (And if he did, that would be utterly creepy.) If I want to find someone who likes to yell all the answers to “Jeopardy!,” make up stories about other people at restaurants, and re-enact the “Top That” routine from “Teen Witch” (or is at least able to put up with the fact that I like all those things), I’m going to have to get out, endure those crappy dates and meet people.
The same goes for producers. I’ve got to assume that meeting new prospects isn’t always the greatest activity in the world. It’s not easy, day in and day out, to chat up strangers — some hostile, some bizarre — in hopes of landing a client. I’m sure there are days — weeks maybe — when it’s easier to hang out in the office or go back to the usual client well instead of bothering with that dry-chicken-and-bland-rice networking lunch. I certainly wouldn’t blame you.