“On Saturday, we’re going to walk downtown.
This Saturday, we’re going to get ice cream.
By Saturday, I’ll have done the math.
I’m so nervous that I’ll have to talk a walk before our walk – a pre-walk, if you will – and maybe settle the butterflies in my stomach with a different flavor of ice cream (cookie dough is my go-to but mint chocolate chip is my anti-anxiety self-medication) and maybe then, I’ll be able to process the math of it all.
After all, I’ve only ended up in a relationship with 18.4% of the guys I’ve gone on a date with – although that number might be lower if you distinguish between a “casual date” and “official date”.
But if you exclude relationships less than 4 months in length, it’s 12.7%. 1/3 of a year doesn’t count, does it?
It gets sketchy if you also exclude long-distance relationships – it’s 6%. I’m not bitter or discontent about it, but I am just trying to be realistic. I mean, that’s what I do as a data analyst. I analyze the data.
Looking at my stats, it probably won’t go anywhere except downtown and back again. Nevertheless, it just takes 1 person to make the stats entirely irrelevant – another annoying truth of the fragile fickleness of data analysis.
And if these are my thoughts over a chocolate cappuccino crunch muffin, I wonder what they’ll be over ice cream?”
*This was adapted from an email from a sweet friend of mine who does have these plans for Saturday and who actually is a data analyst. I’ve tweaked it for humor’s sake – although her thoughts brought me such joy when I read the original too.