DREWspective

It turns out that I’d left this as a placeholder post, which I haven’t added anything to yet. I’ll briefly go over what happened now.

On Tuesday 5th, I went to yet another speed dating event in London. The venue was the 101 Bar near Tottenham Court Road: a venue I’d been to twice before, and a very good one for this kind of event.

The turnout was very poor on the girls’ side, even for a 20s event: there were only 11 girls to 17 guys. The good news was that the quality of the women was much more consistent than at the other events I’d been to; you pretty much knew what to expect.

I was hesitant to tick anybody this time around, but I’d met this very attractive French girl whom I seemed to get on with. As well as ticking her, I’d ticked four other girls whom I wouldn’t mind seeing again.

The next day, having convinced myself I’d get nothing after a long, hard stretch at work (and accidentally getting on a fast train to St Albans, before heading back on a train that missed my stop), I was rewarded with one match. Except it wasn’t the French girl; she’d decided to follow her less interesting mate, which was a damn shame.

But like all of my previous "matches", the match hasn’t responded to my friendly introductory email.

I’m certainly thinking that speed dating isn’t ever going to work out as well as I’d like. The girls don’t take it seriously at all, and in the end most of them are just after trophies. Whatever you do, don’t expect it to be any different to going to a bar or a night club to meet women; you’ll get the same results. Anyone who says otherwise is either a) a girl or b) good at pulling in night clubs.