Yes, I am one of those…someone who will tell a potential date, “I’ve never jumped from a 50 story building before, but gee, that sure sounds like fun!” Okay, maybe not to that extreme, but I am very willing to try something I know damn well I’ll hate just for the sake of going out with someone.
For example, on Monday, I met a guy from match who was going rollerblading with his teenage daughters. Have I ever wanted to Rollerblade? No. Was I going to give it a try so I could pretend I actually had something in common with this guy? Yes.
I brought my daughter, who has also never bladed before. The guy and his daughters were nice enough, but we couldn’t really talk since my daughter and I were hugging the wall the entire time. I was so worried about her or myself falling I couldn’t even form complete sentences. All that came out of my mouth was, “Whoa! Are you okay?” Internally, I was cursing, ” When will this be over? This better get me a second date!”” Alas, there was no second date (big surprise).
Another time I tried to impress a guy was when he said he loved riding motorcycles. I told him I did as well. What a load of crap. The thought of being on a motorcycle scares me to death but the guy was cute so why would I tell the truth?
For our first date, he picked me up on his motorcycle. I put on a brave face and acted like I was so excited to go for a ride. Inside, I was a complete wreck. We had barely made it down the street (and maybe going 30 mph) when I started whimpering like a little girl and asked if we could turn around.
He was nice enough to go back and get his car, but by then it was too late. It was obvious I lied and the date was over before it started.
From now on, I’m going to make a pact with myself to not agree to any sports or dangerous activities unless I sincerely want to try them. Unless, of course, Ben Affleck’s clone walks through the door and asks me to climb Mount Kilimanjaro.
Confused Woman! 
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