Welcome to The Summer of Getting Dumped by Fifty People (aka Dumpedster.com).

This all started on a beautiful spring morning that was marred only by the mess of our personal lives. Over pancakes and coffee at Daisy's Diner, we sat and shared stories of our recent, unexpected, and unwanted, break-ups. Springtime had begun very unpleasantly.

However, just as it seemed that we were at a point in our conversation where we had nothing left to say, and nothing left to do than endlessly stir our coffees, Stephen had a moment of inspiration: "Hell, we're going to have a great summer, even if we get dumped by fifty people."

Yeah! That was the attitude. We were going to have a great summer. In fact, we decided that we were going to take it one step farther: we were going to make a point of getting dumped by fifty people. We hooked our pinkies together and solemnly swore that by Labor Day Weekend, no less than fifty people would tell us that they "just wanted to be friends," "didn't feel any chemistry," or "weren't ready to be in a relationship."

However, after the initial excitement of our mission wore off, we realized that this might be too much for us to handle. Fifty people is a lot. Assuming that we worked equally hard to get dumped, it would mean getting dumped by twenty five people apiece. Just getting dates with twenty five different people between April and September seemed daunting. And, if we did date a total of fifty people, it was unlikely that we'd be dumped by all of them. We're not that dumpable.

We needed help. So we quickly brainstormed a list of friends who seemed likely to be dumped over the summer. That would definitely bring us closer to the magic fifty, but then we realized we could make things much easier on ourselves by appealing to you, the Internet community, for assistance. So, if you are ready to undertake this worthy goal with us, please, take a moment to sign in, record all the times you've been dumped since April 1, 2003. Then put yourself out there, get some dates and, most importantly, get dumped!

Jenny

I swear to God we didn't actually lock pinkies.

Stephen