Seriously?

I have a new friend. Her name is Cristina. We hadn't really hung out, but I was fairly sure I would like her when we did.

On Friday she asked me if I wanted to see Kathy Griffin in San Francisco over the Labor Day Weekend. I said YES. So we headed to the bay and saw Kathy. Damn, that is one funny lady-bird. Kathy Griffin has always reminded me of a Rhode Island Red.

The next evening Cristina and I went to the movie theater, ordered a huge bag of buttered popcorn, two buckets of diet soda, and watched Julie & Julia. We loved it. Amy Adams, Meryl Streep, cooking, eating, romance. What could be better?

When we got home we talked and laughed and bonded over cooking, eating, searching for your passion in life, blah, blah, blah... Then, as if on some pathetic cue, we started talking about the men in our lives and the fact that they didn't exist.

We talked about how difficult it is to meet people nowadays, that there is a certain point in life when you just can't take going out and getting wasted at the bars, and, come on, a girl can only join so many activities clubs. We talked about online dating and how the idea horrified us yet seemed to be our last and only viable resort. She has done match.com. I have a profile on the free site plentyoffish.com. Just thinking about that site sends a tiny disgusted shiver up my spine.

We talked about how great it would be to write a book or blog about our online dating experiences. If Julia Child could write a cookbook and Julie (who the hell is Julie anyway?) could write a blog then why couldn't we? Writing a book together might be fun, someone might actually read it, and our perspective would make our man hunting mission a little less painful, give us a little more distance. Our book would be amazing! Insightful, informative, relatable, funny (let's get real, there is some seriously rich material in the online world), life changing, eye-opening - genius, basically.

We made buttery grilled cheese sandwiches and went to bed. The next morning, my dog and I shuffled into the kitchen in search of coffee. Cristina (who had been awake for three hours and taken her dogs on a hike) looked at me and said "I think we should do it. We should write a book about the adventures of online dating." "You're an extrovert. I'm an introvert," she said. "We're in that in-between age of 30 to 40. We've got great perspective. It's perfect," she said. "I'm a horrible writer" I said. "I'm a great writer," she replied. "We're going to have to sign a contract," she said. I laughed, and looked at her.

Hmmm...

Are we actually going to do this? She seems serious, and I would be too. Except that she's me. I'm the one that comes up with half baked ideas that never come to fruition. My sister rolls her eyes at my "new ideas" on a monthly basis. On the way home, we chatted about our book. She is going to start researching. I'm going to start ? As I sat in my backyard reading the newspaper, I thought - maybe I should just start the blog.

Christine