I joke about the Zombie Apocalypse, but have yet to seriously prepare for it. I don’t know whether or not I can live on the contents of my half-empty pantry and in much the same way, I don’t know whether or not I can truly live with an imaginary boyfriend instead of a real one for an extended period of time.

I mean, seriously, if the world ends and the Zombies start knocking on my door, won’t I need someone to protect me? (Of course, I could date a Zombie.)

I might need to date even if the Zombies don’t come to my doorstep.  

I have to admit it. It’s partially the sex; the dude sex toy blow-up dolls just don’t have the same oooomph for me as they should maybe have. I don’t believe that a real girl should have to do all the work as is the case with a blow-up sex toy and I don’t like the squeaky sound of plastic. (OK, I haven’t actually resorted to purchasing a blow-up doll yet, but might consider buying one at some point down the line. Please don’t judge me.)

It’s also the companionship that I miss. For years, I was fortunate enough to be in a relationship with someone who liked doing the same sorts of things as I did and we both had lots of opportunities to travel and spend time together. I still enjoy spending time with my friends, but many of them have kids and/or serious relationships, so they don’t have as much free time to hang out and do nothing as they did when they were younger.

So, I might need to actually try to get myself a date. I have no idea how to do this. As I wrote about last time, I am slowly trying an online dating site, but am not sure how to categorize myself: am I really in the mood for drunk hookups or is it WAY too late in the game to resurrect a version of my college self? And, what does casual dating even mean anyway? Is that just a nicer way of saying “friends with benefits?" Or is it technically something different?

I’m doing other little things to get noticed when I’m out and about, but nothing has worked so far.

I’ve tried going to the grocery store at just the right times to meet all of the single guys around—I was advised that squeezing the fruit was definitely the way to get noticed. It hasn’t worked so far. Of course, I haven’t gone all out and donned my stiletto heels for grocery shopping yet and I haven’t accidentally on purpose run my shopping cart into anyone either. I might have to fire my advisor if I don’t get better ideas on how to get a date.