Before I delve into last night's field report, which Logan wants me to write because he factors heavily into it, I'd like to discuss a phenomena that happens to me pretty rarely these days.
The Dating Trifecta.
I think, at the height of my dating frenzy, I had up to four dates a week. Three a week wasn't uncommon. These days, I try to keep it down to one or two, because otherwise I start to get people mixed up (on Monday, Viggo even said, "I don't know who you've been talking to" when I mentioned a different martial art to the one he was practicing). With all the blog aliases I give my dates, keeping track of names can also be a bit of a strain (I kept wanting to call Viggo "Viggo" instead of his real name). Plus, marathon dating can become repetitive and draining.
Which is why this week is a bit of an anomaly for me. Even more so, because one of my dates is a second date, with TV Tyler.
I wonder if ladies enjoy doing this kind of juggling. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Right now, I have the stamina for it.
I suppose a true trifecta would involve all three dates being successful, and Monday's night out already proved otherwise. But who knows, tonight might go well, and Friday with Tyler might pan out, too. Would that count as a perfecta? (Have I just opened the door to lewd innuendos involving horse racing?)
Place your bets...