I make hundreds of decisions a day and you probably do too. Walking into the coffee shop that’s on every street corner results in a dozen choices: tall, grande, venti? lowfat, nonfat? double shot? half caff? sugar free? Burger King tells us to, Have It Your Way — and we do! Obesity has become an epidemic and 8 out of 10 American’s 25+ are overweight. I’m part of a generation that has a billion choices at their fingertips and we want it all. Too bad I can’t order up my next scrumptious piece of boy at the nearest fast food joint. But then again, why would I want to?!?

People are not “made to order”. Except the older I get the more I feel like I’m being sized up by some imaginary checklist and the weird thing is…I know I’m not the only one. If I’m sitting across the table listening to some carefully chosen story of how he rounded up his friends and went dancing the other night, I can’t help but think he’s trying to demonstrate higher value because in one fell swoop it says: “I have friends I can round up and have a good time with. I’m around other women (because straight boys don’t typically dance with each other). Maybe I’m overthinking it…maybe he’s not straight!

I don’t want anyone to think that dating is like ordering a new car — some features are not standard and newer isn’t better. You also can’t drop a different engine into that tiny Integra and my headlights aren’t bolt-ons. On one side of the spectrum there’s settling. No one wants to know they’ve done that. But the other extreme is having a list of demands a 10K marathon long. The reason why I wouldn’t want to order my next boy from a drive-through menu is because half the fun is discovering the surprise inside — but maybe that means I should order the Happy Meal.