A while ago I decided to call it a day with my fruitless speed dating endeavours, as I had finally reached event #30.
For a while I thought I had finally managed to achieve some form of success, as I had previously been in contact with two women (from different events) over email. Unfortunately they both turned out to be spineless flakes: one had gone looking for someone else to go out with while maintaining silent treatment, and even then conveniently disappeared when I tried to arrange a meet; the other was also a fan of silent treatment and hid behind her work, treating a possible date with me – as many women have and still do – as taboo.
Anyway, I was done with the whole speed dating thing, because after 30 events it was all bullshit. But for whatever reason I decided to give it another go, after an offer for a free ticket landed in my inbox. It was not a decision taken lightly: I was far from being 100%, after a long boring day at work, with very little sleep and my physical appearance being… well… far from great. (I also didn’t smell too good, despite drowning myself in deodorant.)
Nevertheless, I attended the speed dating event that night. This was on a Tuesday evening, and there were a total of eight women to eight men.
(By the way, you guys should probably know that I have nearly completed an ebook on speed dating, which is going on sale by the end of this year. Watch this space for more details.)
The outcome of the event was entirely predictable, even though I tried my hardest to avoid being cynical. I like to think of myself as someone who is open to being surprised and just letting things happen, but – if you’re anything like me – you have moments when you can just tell what’s going to happen. The fact that the women took about half an hour to enter the arena (regardless of whether or not they were called) was a bad sign in itself, but the vibe I picked up was not good.
It turned out that every single one of the women asked me the same boring questions (where do you live, where are you from, what do you do for a living), and most of them pretended to be surprised when the time was up.
I got talking at length to an older woman, who was the last one I saw, who seemed to have her head screwed on (although I was very wary of her “speaking her mind” and “being honest”). That was easily the highlight of the evening.
There were one or two very nice[-looking] women, but there was nobody I really had to speak to or see again, based on… well, anything. I ended up leaving not long after the end, because it seemed clear they all had each others’ minds up.
I did record some ticks the following morning, because I figured I had nothing to lose (what with it being a free event for me). Despite the limited burst of optimism, I received no matches – even after almost a week – which wasn’t surprising.
All this basically means is that speed dating – along with online dating, classified ads, Facebook, socialising, activity groups, workplace networking, street game, night clubs, house parties and bars – is not going to cut it for me. Time to find something else to do!
Tags: Ebook, Endeavours, Physical Appearance, Silent Treatment, speed dating, Taboo, Vibe