25 in 25

passengers aboard flight 062709, this is la capitan Ms. Hap, & yes, I know that espanol is incorrecto. Bite me. I like the way it sounds. Moving on...once again, my dia was without much of a hitch, or unexpected occurrence, or anything out of the norm--I worked, I ran post-work, and then I came home. Oh wait, but there is the real kicker, the non-Ms. Stake like behavior, I came home. On a Friday night. I didn't even really stay in on weekend evenings when I was married, so, yeah, muy interesante, muy diferente. And more than interesting and a break from my traditional routine, is the fact that I feel refreshed, content even. I came home to mi hermana in a much better mood than last noche, having had her heartbreaker come here to our casa to pour out his proposition for a second chance, and the two of them deciding to give it another go 'round. (sidenote: I knew he was going to do this because I talked to him earlier this afternoon. Guys that fall for my sister have this need to talk to me each time things with her go south, half because they know I'm their greatest in and half because they know I'm going to give them some sound advice menos the bullshit.) I also returned home to my 9 year old primo, Butchie, as we love to call him, who has grown like he's been on hgh the past few years and shaved his little afro off. I am pretty sad about both counts. I loved his little half-Asian afro. Sigh. So as my night has turned out to be not the cosas that good blogs are built upon, I will use this time and energy to outline my newest vision and blogging extravaganza, "The 25 at 25."

This idea has started to come to me simply as of the past week or so, as I am finally feeling up to really dating again post 'D, and ocho meses after our finalization, feel as if this is a pretty decent amount of time that I have let pass without trying to jump into a rebound relationship of any sort. I have approximately 110 days left of my 25th year, and with this time, am planning on lining up, actually going on, and chronicling on my blog, at least 25 dates. And by 25 dates, I mean with 25 different men, of varying ages (I'm toying with 20-40 at the moment), ethnicities, religious beliefs, those who have been divorced, are fathers, and run the gamut professionally from simply being a student to a doctor or lawyer. I will outline my tiempo spent on each date for all to read, and hope that eventually I will either find one who really is able to keep my attention and spark something long-term in me, or at least start learning more about what I am looking for in round dos and getting back on my feet following the collapse of my union. I am not treating this task as some sort of joke, as I will not be in the company of any individual that I could absolutely never see myself going out with again or that I do not have some level of physical attraction too, but I am definitely going to push my comfort zones a little, as I typically have never dated anybody but caucasians, and no one more than 3 years older than me. My co-workers who I started to discuss my plans with for this adventure had the following comments for me...K- "You are going to fall in love on the third date you're on and never make it anywhere close to you're proposed goal." Diggy- "Did you just say one of your stipulations is that you're not going to sleep with any of them on the first date? Ummm yeah, not happening." J- "You should maybe throw a female into the mix, just for the sake of good blogging and journalism." D- "45 might be a little old there, that'd be like dating your dad. Like me, I'd sleep with a 40-plus year old woman, but I wouldn't go out on a date with anybody over 35." Ummm yeah, thanks guys. Really sound and helpful commentary.

With that said, I have four or so individuals that I have currently started to make conversation with in hopes of going out on an eventual date with them, either talking through instant messenger, e-mail, or for two of them, through text so far. These initial prospects are as follows, "MD to be"- a mid-20's 4th year med student of eastern Indian descent, "Jerry Maguire"- a mid 30's sports agent, "World Traveler"- a late 20's pHd student, and "So Sue Me"- a mid-20's law student who played college football. This is going to be so much fun. Stay tuned passengers.

However, I have workouts in the morning, along with errands, and then the wedding of one of my best friends from high school all afternoon and evening and need to get some beauty sleep to break some necks later on. The bride and groom both graduated from Rose Hulman so that means there have to be some eligible engineers for me to hit on tomorrow nite and try and poss. turn into one of my 25.

Xoxo to all, and to all a good nite.