Speed Dating. Part One.

“So you see, it will look like a sphere, just a plain sphere, and then you press a button and POP! Out comes a Bath Pouf Sponge. Or you’ll have a cube, and you’ll think it’s just a cube and then POP! Out comes a Bath Pouf Sponge!”

“Wow,” I said and blinked rapidly. “That is…that’s really innovative.”

“I know,” he said and leaned back in his chair. “We’re currently building our inventory. This thing is going to be huge.” He took a sip of his scotch. “So what industry are you in?”

I told him.

“Bwhahaha!!” He laughed so hard he doubled over in his chair, actually clutching his stomach. “Well that was a poor choice, wasn’t it?? That industry isn’t doing very well at all!”

“Umm,” I stammered. “I don’t really-”

“I do stocks too,” he said and wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead. “That’s my day job, you know, just until the Hidden Bath Pouf Sponge takes off. And I know from stock behavior, that industry is tanking.”

“Oh…well…”

“I work on an international time-schedule so I only sleep four hours a night.”

“Sounds exhausting,” I said and took a sip of my beer.

“You have no idea,” he said and rolled his eyes.

Mercifully, then the bell rang to show our 3 minutes was up. “Well, it was nice talking to you,” I said and held out my hand to shake his hand.

Instead, he slid two tickets across the table. “I also do stand-up,” he said with a wink. “You should come on by and check it out.”

“Aren’t you the renaissance man?” I said.

He tapped the tickets. “My number’s written on those.”

“Good to know.”

I’ve never done Speed Dating before but I assume they all work somewhat like this one did. The women sat at individual bar tables and the men would come sit across from them. We would talk for three minutes and then when the time was up, a bell would ring and the men would move to the next table at the right and the women would stay put. After the event, we would each list on the Speed Dating site who we would like to contact again. If the other person agreed, the site would then exchange our email addresses.

Thalia was sitting in front of me so I couldn’t see her reaction to all this. But so far, mine was: bemused incredulity.

My first guy had been Chuck. When I asked him why he decided to do this particular event he said, “Well, my sister in law set it up. See, it’s a joke in my family that I always date really young women so she thought it would be funny to sign me up for this – you know, Cougars, older women…”

I nodded. “Hysterical.”

He put up his hands. “No, I mean you seem great. And you’re really pretty. It’s just that…”

“Yeah…,” I said.

As the night wore on, I met a wide array of characters. There was the guy who immediately gave me his number because he was so impressed I could pronounce his name.

“I have a friend at work with the same name, so it’s not really a big deal,” I said.

“No,” he said and his eyes bored into mine. “No one ever gets my name right. Please call me.”

There was the guy who took notes the whole time I was talking. “Uh huh,” he’d said. “What else? What else? Tell me more.” There was the guy who got confused during the table-switch and wandered up to the bar to get a drink when we were supposed to be talking. There was the guy who was an actor and screenwriter, currently working retail, who said to me, “Pursuing acting and learning to get into character and all that, the whole industry, it’s really hard. You get what I’m saying?”

“Oh I do,” I’d replied. “More than you know.” He didn’t ask me to elaborate on that.

Speed Dating actually takes a lot of energy. Every three minutes you have to recalibrate yourself, no matter what the previous conversation, and start over fresh – positive and inquisitive. After meeting a few guys, I wondered how I would write about this. No one really stood out to me. And I didn’t feel I was making any sort of love-connection. Or really having anything happen at all that I could write about.

And then, Ned sat down at my table.

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15 thoughts on “Speed Dating. Part One.”

  1. tehehehehe….. BRILLIANT, Stone….brilliant!!!! awesome cliffhanger. Can’t wait to read the next one. I’ve gotta hunch…..tehehhe

  2. Thoughts on speed dating…

    It is definitely a “social experiment”…I think you learn quickly about yourself, and the other person based on the information they give you in the 3-5 minute “date” that you have. Most of the time it’s the standard questions of “What do you do? How long have you live in NY? What brought you to NY? What do you like to do in your free time?”…I can’t say that I’m that creative with my questions, but I like it when a guy comes up with a question that catches me off guard, and makes me think (for example…the last time I went speed dating a guy asked me what my spirit animal would be). I tend to be pretty open minded when speed dating…if the person says something that I like, or captures my attention, then I will check “yes” (this open mindedness is not always reciprocated though). In general, I think you get a better sense of a person by sitting across from them face to face and having a conversation (versus texting, and emailing back and forth…and back and forth…). You certainly meet some interesting people, and will have some entertaining stories to share at the end of the night.

    1. I couldn’t agree with you more Erin. That’s one of the main problems I have with online dating. You can email back and forth and have a great rapport – but it’s not until you meet someone face to face that you can really get a sense of them. Speed Dating cuts through all that. I would definitely recommend it to anyone.

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