Several  of the people I’ve told about this project have asked the same totally valid question: ”What happens if you meet someone before the Super Bowl?”

I don’t want to be a cynic — anyone who believes she can raise three million bucks to put her personal ad on the Super Bowl is nothing if  not an optimist — but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told all my friends that I’d “met someone,” mentally planned the wedding, Googled the tax advantages of filing jointly and scribbled my new name on some scratch paper (always an improvement over Borkowsky), only to have the guy suddenly bail on me.  

And, to be fair, I’ll admit that sometimes I’ve been the one doing the bailing.

While these sudden breakups can happen anytime, I’ve found (and once read in a psychology textbook) that the three-month mark is a common time for things to fall apart.  So with the game just about three months away, if I manage to pull enough money together to buy my spot or a willing sponsor comes forward, there’s only one way you won’t see me on the Super Bowl:  

If you happen to be in the bathroom during the commercial.