Text 3-10 guys/girls at once. Options. Damn it.
Agree to meet up with 1-3 people a week. Mall? Bowling? Drinks? Okay, whatever — sounds good.
Be stupid — drunk or sober. Maybe we say something stupid or have sex. Wake up the next morning like, What the fuck just happened?
Dream. Our prince/princess should be knocking on our door any moment — or at least our brain to solve the puzzle, What am I doing with my life?