Win a date with me!

Okay boys, here's your chance. I'm 26 and single and by the hand of (entirely just) Karma, I have no date for New Year's Eve. The lucky bachelor who comes up with the best proposal will have the honor of escorting me out on Dec. 31st, complete with fancy dress, make-up, heels and perfume. I promise to imbibe as much alcohol as is seemly and not become too intoxicated to dance, remain vertical or make fun of hipsters and weirdos. To enter, please append a comment to this posting detailing your name, age, vital stats (I'm not going to specify a height/weight ratio, but if you're wider than you are tall, then that's going to enter into the judging), and proposed locales for Auld Lang Syne hijinks. Dinner and dancing infinitely preferred to beer-sodden anything, bonus points for black tie, but seriously, creativity is welcome. On a financial note, it would be nice to have a night on the town without having to split the tab down to the last decimal place. Don't give me any crap about being materialistic here. It's my contest and since I'm the prize, I don't want to end up at Stuckey's. You can learn more about me than you ever wanted to know by reading this blog. If you hate me after that, then, well, keep it to yourself.

If you're know someone who is interested, pass it on. If anyone replies to this, I'll post an update next week with candidates and see what you kids have to say. Email photos (if you want) to marezion@gmail.com.

Judging will not be up to me, as it is widely agreed that I am not fit to make such decisions. I'll leave it up to Chantal or Kare or Enigmiac or maybe all three to decide.

Let the games begin...