1 in 27 Isn't the Best of Odds

I have come to a shocking conclusion today. In 3 weeks and 3 days I will turn 27. In my pathetic 27 years I have been on ONE, count it 1, lousy date. And I mean that in the most literal possible way. It was a lousy date. I will officially be 13 years away from becoming a real-life 40 year-old-virgin! So, what, you may ask, is the shocking conclusion? Well, let me tell you... I need to go on a date. I need to go on lots of dates. Don't get me wrong... I'm really a "single and loving it" kind of gal. I certainly don't consider myself to be one of those women desperate for marriage, constantly counting down numbers on the biological clock. But there are times when even I question myself. Do I really love being single? Or Do I say I love being single because I have no other options? For years, I have been tormenting my mother with threats of being promiscuous after 30. But the truth of the matter is, I don't really seek out promiscuity... But I'd like to at least have the opportunity to be. So, in case you hadn't already noticed!! I NEED HELP!!!! I need a date! Know anyone??