And I’m holy by my own.”Pre-event Sadé: I’ve always wanted to try speed dating, which seemed perfect for a Valentine’s Day story.We found My Cheeky Date on Eventbrite, and I was intrigued by the description.So, to be perfectly honest, I don't think I met my soul mate at speed-dating (I can feel the disappointment in all of your eyes), but I did come out of it with new friends and a renewed appreciation for people with superb conversational skills. In case you are interested in trying out this lark, here's the link: https:// great that you are curious about trying speed dating.
The men sat down next to us and we'd chat for four minutes each, and then the guys would get up and move one seat down.
Bear in mind, if you have any people skills whatsoever, four minutes goes by really fast, so theoretically, there's not enough time for it to get awkward if you don't hit it off. It was fun, there were appetizers, and the hostesses were lovely (and all foreign model/actress types).
There was the conservative preacher’s son I caught in a lie; the sensitive budding filmmaker who was kind and sweet, but ultimately not long-term relationship material; the social activist f---boy — the list goes on. I completely relate to the gray area Adam mentioned.
I’ve tried the apps but, like Adam, have gotten mixed results. On one hand, I’d love the companionship or even a very consistent friend with benefits, but I’m also content in my singledom.
As in, I conveniently forgot their names.)Rewind two weeks: I'm hanging out with some girlfriends and one of them mentions how she saw a groupon-like deal for speed dating.
In my head, I said, "Wouldn't it be fun if we all did that?
Today I am, because I make the rules and I can change them if I want to. Uh, because I went speed dating this week, and chances are, you're probably curious about what that is/whether it was fun and if you should try it, and I've got your back. (Note: I've taken measures to protect the some of the innocent, stupid, and/or ridiculous people I met last night.
Also, this story involves complete strangers, and therefore, is unlikely to come back to haunt me.
As we don’t use whistles - our hosts gently tap the lads on the shoulder to let them know it is time to move on.