Welcome to my world...

My first ever boy-girl relationship lasted a whole four hours.

At 2:45 he shoved some sort of note in my seventh grade locker asking me to go out with him.

At 2:52 I responded (on paper of course) with a very feeble yes.

At 3:01 we shared a two minute bus ride.

And at 6:05 I was on the phone, breaking his poor little heart, explaining to him that I liked baseball and he liked softball. For this reason, and this reason alone it could never work.

So began my love-hate relationship with the world of dating.

Welcome to “Can I get a Matthew, Mark, Luke or John?” your Catholic Herald’s blog about a day in the life of a young, single Catholic girl just trying find to Mr. Right.

Via Catholic dating websites.

Hi. I’m Amy. *Waves*

I don’t claim to be the dating expert. There’s a reason I said, “Sure, why not?” when the idea was being thrown about to sign me up for not one, but multiple soulmate searchers.

That reason mainly being my friends are more likely to say, “That sounds like something that would only happen to you,” as in something strange/bad/quirky when referring to my relationships with the opposite sex rather than, “Oh…you two are so cute.”

This is probably because more often than not, there is no “two” to speak of.

Over the next five months I ask for your advice, comments, anecdotes and own personal stories—this blog does have a comment feature and you can email me by clicking on my profile, so by all means use it. If you've got questions, I've got answers. If you've got an adventure for the young, single and Catholic in me to try give a holler, I'm usually up for just about anything. Or maybe you're just bored at work and want to say, "Hi-- I think you're crazy." I'm up for that too.

Or maybe, "I know a really cute, normal, single, Catholic guy...wanna meet up at a fish fry?" :)

And, if by some stroke of luck the laundry machine and parking meter haven't eaten all your quarters and you're headed to mass, light a couple vigil candles for me if you feel so inclined. Between now and May I could likely use all the faith fire I can get.

So what then, can I give you in return? In terms of the whole trying to revamp my love life via these dating sites, I guarantee you there will be squeals of excitement, which luckily for your ears you won’t be able to hear unless you have the ability to pick up frequencies only dogs are familiar with. I guarantee you there will be tears, even if this is partially an “assignment” (and lucky for you, you won’t have to see that either. I’m an ugly crier). And I guarantee there will be laughs. Oh there will definitely be laughs.

And do please feel free to laugh at me, not with me. There’s bound to be at least one blog entry that calls for that.

When it's not full steam ahead in terms of mingling with all these Catholic singles, I'll attempt to explore just what it means to be young, single and Catholic in the archdiocese of Milwaukee. Which may involve a fish fry or two... and I'm always looking for good fish fry companions.

Have I mentioned I love fish fries?

So log on. And log on often. :)