So my social life is in the dumps right now. Sqirrels have more friends than I do right now.

I first realized I have a problem last Saturday night when I was chilling at my parents in Provo and everyone of my three younger siblings had dates that night. They looked at me with pity eyes.

I really don’t date. I can seriously think of two dates within the last two years that I would qualify as official “dates.” This incorporated the whole PPP crap we’ve heard about.

Don’t think I’m crying for sympathy. I actually really don’t like official “dates,” too much pressure, but I do like friends, and even though I didn’t even have a date on Saturday night, I didn’t even have friends to hang out with.

But one thing I learned on my self-discovery tour in South America is that sometimes you aren’t that good-looking to bring friends to you, so you have to go out looking for them.

I’m really determined to be more social. I don’t care if it’s with Mormons, non-Mormons, Jews, college students, or midgits; I just want to have someone to hang with on weekends.

So against my nature, really against my nature, I’m really going to try to get out more. And since I don’t really have either Mormon or non-Mormon friends, I’m going to try to make both.

Last night my beautiful friend Kat treated me to dinner for my birthday.

Afterwards she said her singles ward had an activity to learn contra dancing. It was an opportunity, so I took it.

Tonight I had, no surprise, no plans. But there was a cool musician playing at a bar in Park City. My two invitations to some girlfriends were turned down. After I scrolled through a measley addressed booked filled with relatives and skier guys over 45, I knew I had to break the cycle.

Again, friends aren’t knocking down my door, so I headed to the bar by myself.

You often see single, confident women sitting alone at the bar by themselves in movies, but I’m not one of them.

Instead, I’m in the corner on my couch busily typing this blog post into my iPhone. But I’m trying, sort of. I haven’t gone up and introduced myself to someone yet. That might be too much for me to grow in one night.

I think being out on a Friday night and not at home in my pajamas watching The 25 Biggest Celebrity Feuds is a good first step.

**So if you want to ask out Jenny, now is probably the highest probability you’ll get a Yes. Seriously. Jump on it before she decides she’s happier in her pajamas.