I coined a new term over the weekend … “philantrampic”.  Going to multiple charity events in the hopes of finding a date or two … or ten. Some people go to bars to meet people.  Others find true love at church.  Sometimes dating sites do the trick.

For me, I’m single and civic-minded, so it makes perfect sense to go to charity functions to see and be seen.  I like to think of it as hobnobbing for a good cause.  I could spend $100 on a night out on the town … or I could donate a $100 to a worthy organization and meet hundreds more people.

Out of those hundreds of people, there’s likely an endless bounty of quality eligible folks who are looking for love in all the right places, yes?   It’s money well spent … money that serves a purpose and a need.  (Or in my case, I need not be alone — so I’m trying to find a suitor — on purpose.)

I went to an amazing event this past weekend for the KC CARE Clinic … a roaring ‘20’s themed wingding, “Bloom”. They transformed an empty warehouse in to an amazing prohibition-era speakeasy.  The crowd was eclectic, electric, single and ready to mingle.  Plus, there was unlimited booze.  I smiled. I flirted. I left at a reasonable hour. Hopefully, I made inroads with my adoring public.

The reason why most charity events are a great place to meet potential suitors is easy.  People are there to support a cause, dress up and party their respective asses off.  The median age at these events is usually late-30’s (uh, unless you’re at a Catholic charities function, those people tend to be older than dirt).  The patrons are made up of community-minded, socially aware individuals with disposable incomes and good intentions.  It was like the mother ship had called me home.

Have I actually gotten a date from attending charity events? No, not yet. But it’s a work in progress. At tax time, even my accountant noticed I’ve been donating a lot more to charity.  “It’s for the children,” I said.  “You hate kids,” she shot back.

Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?  Right!