Two years ago on February 14th, two of these dating divas sat at home without flowers or candy or stuffed bears and certainly without men. We didn’t care, though, Valentine’s Day is a holiday engineered by florists to move more product (Sigh) … except well we did care, a lot. That night, we vowed to have a date by the 15th of the next month, and every 15th after that. It’s not that we didn’t date, but we’d never had a goal like this. It became a reason to smile a little more at a party and be a little bolder about flirting with the guy we had our eye on. The 15th is almost here we might think, so maybe I'll save the Netflix for next weekend. We got in and out of relationships, and then rounded out to a trio. Now, we’re back to our original goal: a man on Valentine’s Day.

We've stepped up our game so that we go on a date a week. We'll share our dates with you and along the way think, write, and occasionally gush and bitch about our dating life and the seemingly unending search for love in the Big City. It will be funny, thought provoking, and (we hope) hardly ever depressing, but dating in New York will never be boring.