My list went on.
I refuse to attribute it to that manifestation exercise, but that guy soon appeared. Multiple times. Over the next three years, I went on upward of 100 dates with men who fit that type. Sometimes I found them online — adjusting my sliders to filter out anyone who wouldn’t fit my criteria. Other times, I met them more organically — through a friend, a setup, a bar, a recreational sports team, and so on.
The mantra “It’ll be a good time or a good story” kept me going when I was feeling discouraged with the dating game. Being the only single one of my girlfriends at the time, I always had entertaining or embarrassing recounts to share: awkward setups, painful rejections, dates on which I literally thought I was being Punk'd…
Sometimes it was obvious why my checklist date and I didn't go out a second time — like that one time the guy told me he likes to “sexually harass his assistant” (WTF?), or that dinner when the waiter called me out in front of my date about having been at the same restaurant with a different date a couple days earlier (what were the chances we were going to have the same server?!!).
Other times, I couldn’t put my finger on it. They were great guys, but the connection just wasn’t there. I didn’t know what I was doing wrong, so I kept focusing on finding guys who met my checklist.