by Erin Bevan
When Susan asked me to write a post about five ways to meet a guy that doesn’t involve bars or Starbucks I had to laugh out loud. One, because I haven’t “met” a guy in over ten years now. I met him and kept him.
Two, because I have an obsession for Starbucks, but I’ll be honest, I haven’t seen too many guys there I would be interested in dating, or that would be interested in dating me if you get my drift.
However, if I were going to look for a man, I do know a few places I would start with. So, to all of you single ladies out there, listen up.
My top five places:
1. The gym. Yep, nothing like finding your stud muffin amongst the treadmills and the free weights. Not a gym rat, fake it. Get a membership, get a few training session with a hotty, or ask one to spot you. Guys like girls who are confident and fit. A gym helps with both of those things, and maybe you two could find other ways to get fit together. wink, wink!
2. The dog store, dog park, dog anything. My pup attends a dog school a couple of times during the week. I see you rolling your eyes. She’s a German Shepherd who has entirely too much energy for me, so to save my house and my nerves she goes to puppy play. Anyway, while at pup school, I have seen some hotties drop their “babies” off for play as well. Not that I was looking or anything. Strike up conversation. Tell him how big his dog is. Get your mind out of the gutter. I was talking about his four-legged one!
3. The home stores. Lowes, Home Depot, Ace Hardware, a paint store, anywhere you can go that men congregate. This is one place to be a damsel in distress. If there’s a cute guy standing next to you, act like you don’t know what a zip tie is even though you totally do. Who cares! You’ve got hotties attention, now act like he’s teaching you something, sit back and enjoy!
4. Buffies not your thing? More of a nerd girl? Then go to the office supply stores. Nothing get’s a nerd more excited than three ring binders, post it notes and Excel.
5. And, if you still haven’t found love in all the “right” places, you can do what my heroine did in my latest release and reach for the classifieds. Let Match, E-Harmony, Craigs list, or just the good ol’ newspaper help you find a date. And if all of that still fails, well, set your house on fire and pray for a hot fireman! Just kidding! Well, sort of!
Happy Valentine’s Day ya’ll!
Thank you, Erin. Erin's giving away an e-copy of Text Me to one lucky reader. Enter below. Here's the blurb and a sample.
When Erika’s ex becomes her boss less than a year after dumping her by text, she gets desperate to find a date to the corporate Valentine’s dance so he doesn’t suspect she still has feelings for him. Though not a fan of texting for the obvious reason, she doesn’t have much choice but to tap the keypad in order to gain the attention of the only viable candidate from the classified ads.
Grayson made the mistake of listening to his brother a year ago and has regretted what he did to Erika ever since. But his brother’s next suggestion just might be his salvation when he takes out an ad for a Valentine’s date…and Erika answers.
Using a pseudo name and keeping contact to text messages only, Grayson’s plans to make Erika fall back in love with him appears to be working…until the date of the dance draws near, and she pushes a meeting—face to face.
She sank deeper into the couch. What was she going to do? She couldn’t show up alone to the company dance. Not with the chance of Grayson being there. No way.
“Maybe go to another speed dating session?” She grabbed a tissue off the coffee table and wiped the excess slime from her fingers.
“My hairdresser’s single. You want me to ask him?”
“Your hairdresser’s gay. I don’t think he’d be interested in me.”
“Really?” Megan gave her a funny stare.
“Really.” Erika snorted. “Have you not seen the picture of him and his ex-partner at his station?”
“That was his partner?” Her friend’s mouth gapped open. “I thought it was his brother.”
She shook her head. Her friend was one of the smartest people she knew, but common sense eluded the girl.
Megan popped more hearts in her mouth. “That explains so much now,” she mumbled around the candy. “No wonder my hair always looks good.”
“Yes, it does.” Erika sipped her wine.
Her friend swallowed. “Well, I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know any single guys. If I did, I’d try to date them myself.”
“That’s okay.” She sighed and slumped back onto the sofa.
“Is Grayson single?”
“I don’t know. Why are you asking?” She narrowed her gaze. “You want to date him?”
“No.” Her friend said “no” as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“I’m thinking about you. You wouldn’t go back out with Grayson again, would you? Please say no.” Megan’s shoulders sagged.
Go back out with Grayson. She never thought she’d be given another chance. Would she go back out with him after the way he treated her? Of course not. She deserved better, despite how wonderful he had been.
“I don’t think so. He really hurt me. I can’t give him that privilege again.”
“Good for you.” Her roommate perked up and patted her on the back. “Stay strong. You’ll find someone.”
“You’re right. I’m going to have a date for that corporate Valentine’s dance, even if I have to search the classifieds.”
“Surely, it won’t come to that.” Megan held up her glass for a toast.
Erika clinked hers with her friend’s. “Yeah, surely.”
Her roommate sat her glass down on the table and reached for more hearts.
“Here, give me one of those.”
“I love reading the little sayings.” Megan passed her a heart and tossed her dark hair behind her shoulder. “What’s yours say?”
She flipped over the candy to see the phrase. Bright pink letters stared back at her. Oh, you can’t be serious. “‘Text me’. Seriously?”
Megan burst out laughing.
“You would find that funny.” Erika popped the heart in her mouth and obliterated the little saying she had grown to hate so much.
Erin Bevan is a wife and mother of three. An avid reader, one day she decided to try her luck in writing stories of her own, and the idea paid off. She spends her days deep in the heart of Texas, fighting mosquitoes, cleaning dirty faces, and writing when the kids nap. If it's a really good day, she even finds time to brush her hair.