I wish I had a million....

I wish I had a million dates with Ben Barnes. Okay... PAUSE.
Now I know that this should be a million somethings to help society. In the back of my mind I am thinking that I really wish the world had one million cures for cancers, or one million homes for survivors of a huricane. But for right now, I am going to say that I want a million dates.
I really do not plan on dating until college. Perhaps even after college. But you know how American women are when there are actors from England that happen to be a bit dashing in movies.
Yeah. I wish I had a million dates with the actor Ben Barnes.
Date number one would be simple. Maybe we could go to a coffee shop.
Date number two would be a visit to a museum. I like art. Art is fun! And in my dreams, Ben Barnes will like art museums, too.
Date number three will be... wait one moment. PAUSE.
One million dates? If I went on one date with Ben Barnes every day for seventy years, we would only be able to go on twenty-five thousand, five hundred and fifty dates. So to reach a million dates with Ben Barnes by the end of my lifetime at an estimated age of seventy (when God chooses to take me is not being factored into this) I would need to go on an average of forty dates a day. (I think I did this math properly.)
Why would I ever want that? When would I have time to eat? When would I be able to read my Bible? Or spend time with family?
Maybe a million dates with Ben Barnes is not such a good idea.
Or is it?