I’m not a gambler. If I’m in Vegas, the only quarter slots I play are the vending machines. But I’m willing to bet every cent I have -- and my Elsa Peretti Aegean toggle bracelet that I’m not going to meet a husband if I stay home every Friday night. (Unless he’s a Domino’s delivery guy, then all bets are off.) So I’ve decided to roll the dice.

After a long day at the office, working my fingers to the bone updating my Facebook page, I’m so brain dead, I’d rather sit in a bubble bath and eat an entire tube of cookie dough, but I manage to soldier on. Every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night, I gussy myself up, grease myself down and slide into in my Spanx body suit and hit the streets. Why? Because finding a husband is a numbers game and the more you get out there, the more chances you have to meet Mr. Right. You never know where you’ll meet your future spouse, so it’s important to look pretty wherever you go, even everyday places like the DMV, the grocery store, and the clinic to get your Chlamydia test results.

Dating is like the lottery, you gotta be in it to win it. I’m grateful I can roll the dice and increase the odds of finding my perfect match. And, each time I go out, I up the ante. I believe my future husband is out there looking for me too, but like all men, he’s refusing to ask for directions. Metaphorically, I like to think of him in his in his car, circling the block, terribly lost, and one day I’ll just flag him down. I just hope his car doesn’t have a Domino’s Pizza sign on top.

That’s why I’m grateful I can roll the dice.