It’s been billed as the quick and easy way to find romance -- but the phenomenon of speed dating may not be as rapid as its name suggests.
Kiss me speed dating
Alas, this was a non-option, and, before I knew it, the first guy sat down in front of me.
His name was Mark and he was Parisian, so we bonded over the fact that one of my best friends (Marina) had lived in Paris and it had rained a lot when I had visited.
On Thursday evening at 6PM, my co-worker and I did a quick outfit change and headed to Belgian Beer Café, a cute No Mad beer bar where the event was set to take place.
After registering and receiving our name tags we were encouraged to proceed to the bar and get a drink.
The hostess, a lovely young woman responsible for coordinating the event, informed us that we were in luck, as there happened to be more men than women there that night, further raising our stakes at finding love!
We were each handled a sheet of paper and a No 2 pencil and instructed to write down the names of all the men we were about to meet, then circle the ones that captured our interest.
Nor do I have any desire to run amok in New York City, picking up every weirdo who crosses my path.
I happen belong to the dying breed of people who Marina considers “prehistoric” but I like to refer to as “old school”: people who enjoy one-on-one communication, don’t understand Snapchat, struggle with the concept of dating apps, and actually value face time – and not of the i Phone variety.
After one year, the number in a relationship was just 17.