Update - An epic failure

Have you ever been a little disappointed by life? So many ways to even name, right? yeah...
I may have over-estimated my desire to date {a lot} and have come to more/different conclusions than I thought would come with my dating extravoganza. I thought for sure that I would be overjoyed with all of this time spent with others and although I'm excited for the few dates with actual guys who applied and have thus made an effort.
Unfortunately I've come to two conclusions.
1) Most guys {and I'm sure girls alike} are pretty lazy when it comes to dating. I had tons of friends say "Hey I know this guy in my ward" or "I gave your number to my brother in law and told him to call you" or "I have a coworker who never dates but he says he wants to. I think I'm going to set you two up." but the brilliantly funny part is that I didn't hear from a single one of those guys. Sure I could go sulk in my room and be sad that they saw my picture on Facebook and suddenly weren't interested and accidentally lost my phone number. But the awkward part is that those friends who tried to lend their hand at Match Making are now coming to me asking if they ever called. "Nope" I must say and move on without feeling like a completely loser. Which leads me to my second conclusion.
2) I'm not that sad that this 30 dates in 30 days didn't really pan out. Come to find out, I'm not that interested in dating 30 different guys who are probably exactly like me and don't date that much because they're not that interested in putting themselves out their like sixteen year old girls desperate for attention and affection. Turns out I'm fine with dating a little bit and spending time alone too. I'm still going to go on the handful of dates that came out of the woodwork from guys who actually made an effort. They each get an A+ in my book even before the actual dates.

Talking to a friend who was curious how the dates were going, he asked why I did it. I said that I felt pressure from my parents, married family and friends, the culture I live in where people get married and have four babies by the time they're my age, and I felt like this would be a good way to prove that I'm actually trying. But the reality is that this would have been a massive undertaking and probably would have killed me. I'm 29 and I like my alone time. I work with an office full of people, mostly women who I love, but after work I like to go home, relax and veg out. Dating can bring on all kinds of anxiety that I for some reason chose not to recognize when I took on this task.

The point of all this rambling is that I failed. My whole project failed before it even began. It was the wrong type of project for me. Maybe when I was 22 I would have eaten this up. Social Butterfly to the Max. I told my friend that "Now I'm wanting to just meet a good guy and spend 30 days dating that guy ;)" So I'm sending out those vibes into the universe. Send me a nice guy.