Last Wednesday, the giant pimple on my face and I went Speed Dating. When my cousin had invited me a few weeks earlier, I absent-mindedly agreed, thinking that I would never really, actually go. At most, I’d maybe just tweet about that one time I almost went Speed Dating.
Wednesday came, along with the most spectacular display of adult acne. And it was cold. And I had nothing to wear. And I reeeally didn’t want to go and meet some crazy man who had gerbils for housemates and thought false nails were a look, for himself. But then my cousin reminded me of my New Year’s Resolutions and I thought of the blog post material the evening might produce. Curiosity took over in a force even bigger than my giant pimple, and so off into the cold night air my giant pimple and I went.
The first thing I learnt about Speed Dating is not to lose your name sticker. If you do, you will spend the rest of the evening explaining that you lost it somewhere along the way, spelling your name out for people and fielding jokes about how the last guy was a bit crazy so you ,’ lost it, didn’t you?!’ Wink, wink.
The second thing I learnt about Speed Dating is that sometimes five minutes can feel like a heart beat (you get five minutes with each guy and then they ring a bell and you shake hands and move on, just like that). And sometimes five minutes can feel like a very, very long time. Enough time for one date to tell you about an acid burn victim that he had seen that day…
Because there were almost double the amount of girls than guys, there was a half an hour wait at one point. A speed dating bottle neck, if you will. Sitting with a group of my fellow speed dating girls was a fas.cin.ating part of the evening. We mostly compared notes about the guys so far and talked about dating ‘in real life’. I asked if anyone really dates anymore? Like first date kind of dating where you are set up by mutual friends and walk into a restaurant looking for the guy who’s facebook profile picture you’ve seen once. The bottle neck of girls replied with a resounding ‘Yes!’. ‘Successfully?!’, I ask. That is met with a resounding bottle neck of laughing and shaking of heads.
The third thing I learnt about Speed Dating is that after date two, three, four, five, six… you get very complacent about conversations with new people.
Date: Are you a Buddhist?
Me: Nope, but I drink alot of green tea.
Date: So what do you do for a living?
Me: Let’s talk about the real possibility of a Zombie Apocalypse.
To conclude, I loved Speed Dating. It is the modern day version of a Jane Austen-style Ball. Except with less petticoats, dancing and violin playing and more restaurant tables and white wine spritzers. But the idea is the same. Groups of young (ish) people coming together to make new connections and maybe meet a future husband or two. Although my soulmate was not out speed dating that night, it was a super fun way to spend a Wednesday evening. The fourth thing I learnt at Speed Dating? Giant pimples and cold nights should never stop you from new adventure.
(Grainy iPhone pic of Speed Dating outfit sent to The Ever Lovely Lindsay-Jane for approval. Good news, only one date made a squishy face on noticing the giant pimple. Huzzah!)
(There has been some confusion, I’m not taking a picture with a calculator. That is a rubber phone cover in the shape of a calculator. Huzzah!)