As we're all well aware, the television advertising this time of year caters to those of us in the resolution mindset. Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, Nicorette, and now online dating all hit the market full throttle, as if throwing away your 2010 Puppies calendar and replacing it with a 2011 Kittens version is somehow going to instigate you to do things you should have done months or even years ago. I'm just as guilty. I have my annual January Diet and Exercise Plan, which fades into the "Wait Until It's Warmer Outside" Diet and Exercise Plan, then becomes "Oh, It's Entirely Too Hot To Exercise" Diet and Exercise Plan and dies a slow, quiet death long before the holidays approach again and then who has motivation to diet and exercise when faced with heaping plates of gingerbread cookies, shortbread and rum cakes. Not I. So, I wait until January to kick off the cycle again. But, I digress. Before this year, I hadn't noticed all the online dating commercials. Could be because I spent most of 2010 immersed in this particular strange subculture of relationship-creating. Can you really make a resolution to date more? I guess so... maybe a resolution to put yourself out there and be more open to a relationship, but I'd imagine that has an even lesser success rate than Jenny Craig and Nicorette.
Long story short, my idea of a perfect date (and hopefully an attainable goal in 2011) is pretty simple and not at all demanding, I don't think. I'd like to ponder for days exactly what to wear, either settling for my most flattering dress in my closet or using the classiness of the date as an excuse to go out and buy something brand new. I'd like to meet, as I said, at a nice restaurant, possibly one that serves something foreign and exotic that I've never had before. Something memorable. Our face-to-face meeting would be a bit more friendly than my usual handshake I've received from most of my online dating suitors and sometimes that was even a stretch. At several of my first dates, it was simply a "Hi, I'm (insert name here)" and into the restaurant we'd go. A glass of wine would be ordered by each of us and enjoyed over actual conversation, not job interview-like question and answer sessions. He'd be equally dressed in his finest business casual (we are at a nice restaurant, after all) and we'd laugh with the waiter as we mangled the pronunciation of the foreign dishes. As we start to relax a bit, we'd continue our amazing conversation, share a dessert and leave the restaurant, walking a bit closer than we had been when we first made our way to our table. He'd walk me to my car and I'd anxiously await a phone call or email or hell, even a text the next morning.