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Megan Carson went on her first real date at age 27. Some might call her a late bloomer. Her first real relationship lasted about three months, and though Megan did not love Chris, she was heartbroken when they broke up. She grieved the loss of the relationship, but even more she grieved the loss of who she was in the relationship. She had never met "Megan the Girlfriend," and once she did, she really liked her--and when she was gone, she wanted her back! So what did Megan do? She joined a dating service.A Year of Blind Dates follows Megan's dating adventures in Southern California as she searches for Mr. Right, not just Mr. Right Now. As her "ideal guy" changes over time, the one thing that is never negotiable is her desire to find a man with a deep spiritual side. But can she have the "total package" without compromising her strong faith? Can Megan trust the dating service to deliver a man of God who will make her laugh and treat her well? This is the story of Megan's search for the man of her dreams, and the good, bad, and really, really bad dates along the way.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	25 août 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441224729
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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A Year of Blind Dates

When you read A Year of Blind Dates , you will no doubt see yourself in Megan and probably relate to more than one of the “dates” she went on. You will laugh as you read, hope along with Megan that she finds Mr. Right, and applaud as she discovers more about the true beauty God has given her, both inside and out.”
Shelly Ballestero
Inspirational Beauty Coach and Author of Beauty by God
Megan is a first time writer, but you’d never guess it by this book. I smiled at the title, laughed at the stories and even paused to examine the height, width and depth of the love she pursued. You better cherish this book, because if Megan is as personally endearing as her writing, she won’t be single long!
Jason Illian
Speaker and Author of Undressed: The Naked Truth About Love, Sex and Dating Former Contestant on The Bachelorette
Megan’s storytelling and sense of humor kept me laughing through the entire book. It’s now on my favorite books list.
Rich Praytor
Comedian and Author
Megan Carson is warm, witty and oh-so brave. A Year of Blind Dates is a charming and funny tale of one woman’s quest for love.
Trish Ryan
Author of He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: A Memoir of Finding Faith, Hope, and Happily Ever After
Megan Carson’s poignant and entertaining story of her year of blind dates is a must-read for singles who are still holding out for true love. A spiritual dramedy … you will laugh and cry and ask yourself if you’re up for the challenge to uncover your Adam or Eve. This book makes you think and swoon at the same time.
Shirin Taber
Author of Wanting All the Right Things
Could you find your perfect match if you dated every eligible bachelor in the county for a year? Take the journey with Megan. A Year of Blind Dates is a comfy companion for all those who brave the dating world.
Reba Toney
Author of The Rating Game Morning Show Host on “The Fish,” Los Angeles Radio (95.9)
Big hugs to Megan for bravely sharing her fascinating story of surviving a year of blind dates. Not only is she hilarious (I couldn’t put it down), but as Megan creatively shares the highs and lows of her dates, she also goes deeper, revealing how her adventures grew her closer to God. Single ladies, don’t lose hope—this “Hugs Lady” found love online at age 42 and is now LeAnn Weiss-Rupard! Trust God as you wait … and, meanwhile, have a girlfriend party and get ready to laugh as you read this book.
LeAnn Weiss-Rupard
Coauthor of Hugs for Friends and Author of Valentine Promises

© 2009 Megan Carson
Published by Revell a division of Baker Publishing Group P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287 www.revellbooks.com
Revell edition published 2014
ISBN 978-1-4412-2472-9
Previously published by Regal Books
Ebook edition originally created 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
Published in association with Rosenbaum & Associates Literary Agency, Inc., of Brentwood, Tennessee.
To Ethel Marshall Carson
By nature you passed down your love for and talent of writing.
I treasure all of your letters and the stories you’ve shared with me.
To Laura Little
By nurture you taught me to believe in myself.
I treasure the time, love and endless support you’ve given me.
Contents
Author’s Note
Prologue

1. Meet Megan
2. Let the Games Begin
3. Humanistic Henry
4. Billionaire Bachelor
5. F-Bomb Bill
6. Besos Ben = Besos Breakdown
7. Kiddo
8. The Others
9. Cheeks
10 No, Thanks
11. The Bachelor: Starring Blake
12. Breakdown à la Betty Crocker
13. Messy-Hands Mike
14. Math-Geek Matt
15. Penthouse Pete
16. The State of the Dater
17. Jon and Ryan to the Rescue … Well, Kinda
18. The Megan Amendment
19. Miguel the Matador
20. Awkward Alex
21. Sam Obsession
22. Lovesick Summer
23. Hurricane Taylor
24. Fine Print

Epilogue
Last Word
Acknowledgments
Author’s Note

As you will soon read, when I set out on this blind date journey, my wish was to meet a man. Not just any man, but one who knows my God, is gainfully employed, has some manners and understands golf. Is that really too much to ask for? As this journey progressed, I began sharing my stories and bringing them to life in print. Friends and family laughed with me (and at me) as I told them the details of my blind date experiences. In what can only be described as divine intervention, I was given the chance to share my story with a wider audience. The result is this book you’re now holding.
As a first-time author, I have chosen to write about what I know and what I have lived. This book is not intended to be a how-to guide for finding the right man (believe me, you don’t want my advice), but an intimate, amusing and true tale. Some of my experiences and perspectives may not be spot on for all single women, but I do believe (unfortunately) they resonate with most. Orange County, California, (my dating domain) is a unique place, really unlike anywhere in the world. I know that some of the things I experienced might be exclusive to Orange County; however, my prayer is that all readers can connect with the humanity and authenticity behind my words.
While some men might be egotistical enough to want to be in this book (Penthouse Pete, I am talking to you), most would want nothing to do with it. For that reason, the names, professions and incriminating details about each man have been changed, or slightly altered. Also, as you read, I ask you to keep in mind that severe emotional and mental trauma tends to be an occupational hazard associated with a year of blind dates. This trauma can result in delusional behavior and memory lapses. Consequently, I have taken a few liberties to fill in the informational gaps where my memory has failed me. Some of this story is not entirely accurate; however, I am sad to report, most of it is.
But, you’re in luck. I’ve survived the trauma (and the drama) of it all, and I’ve lived to tell. Enjoy.
Prologue
College degree: Fulfilling job: Supportive family: Relationship with God: Community of friends: Good looks: Relationship with a man who loves her and her God:
So, why is that last item missing a checkmark? Let me try to explain.
I had my first kiss at the late age of 27. Call it pathetic, strategic, endearing, whatever you like. It’s the honest truth. My high-school classmates voted me “Most Likely to Become a Nun.” On more than a few lonely nights, I’ve thought they could be right. I never played Spin the Bottle (wait, what I meant to say is, the bottle never landed on me). No seven minutes in heaven. New Year’s Eves were spent passing out high fives and hugs to “friends.” Sometimes I wore my “Never Been Kissed” badge with pride, but most of the time I was deeply embarrassed. I cringed at slumber parties when the girl with the Barbie proportions, perfect hair and too much perkiness said, “Okay, everyone share their first kiss story!” I began to dread the day it might actually happen, wondering if perhaps my peak kissing years were behind me. Who wants to admit at 27 that they have never been kissed? What was wrong with me? I had near flawless teeth, nice breath, could tie a cherry stem with my tongue … didn’t that count for something?
If it was just about the kiss, I could easily make that happen. It couldn’t be that hard to find someone to teach me a thing or two. Maybe a dare, or a kissing booth at the Fourth of July fair. I have no doubt—if it was just about the kiss—I could get the job done. But it was about so much more. It was about kissing someone who cared about me … someone I wanted to be with. So, instead of resorting to desperate measures, I gave the request to God. As I entered my twenty-seventh year, blowing out the candles on my bite-size brownie sundae in an overpriced Chicago eatery, and with my dear friends Leigh and Amanda at my side, I formed a request that was part wish, part prayer, part reprimand: “God, it’s not funny anymore. Can I please have a kiss this year?”
I’d like to think that God appreciated my honest approach. I’d always tried to tell Him exactly how I was feeling, but I was doubtful that this was actually going to happen. Did He even care? I’d been wishing for a man for quite some time, and well, that was one wish that had not come true.
But this time, God delivered. My twenty-seventh year was a memorable one. I went on my first real date. A friendship ensued, then a relationship. Chris and I were set up by his aunt and uncle, who claimed we’d be perfect for each other. There was only one slight problem; Chris lived in Colorado, and I lived in California. After our first meeting in California, we dated via texts, emails, phone calls and old-fashioned letters. Our little romance was a great first experience for me; I reveled in the thrill of liking someone who truly, honestly liked me back.
I proudly ditched my “Never Been Kissed” badge late one night on my second trip to Colorado. The backdrop was a moonlit snow-covered field. I wore two layers of winter clothes and a pair of hiking boots—one size too big. Awkward? Yes. Magical? Absolutely.
The relationship lasted about three months, and while I did not truly love Chris, I was heartbroken when it ended. He was my first boyfriend. I was like a sorry l6-year-old trapped in a 27-year-old body. The dream of marrying the first guy I dated ( why else would I have my first boyfriend at 27, unless he was going to be my only boyfriend? ); the return to Singleton when I loved life in Couple-hood; and the reality that I’d have to go through this all over again was crushing. I shut down. I cried a lot, slept less and ate t