About a week ago my friend Victoria approached me with the idea of giving speed dating a try. She and I both moved to Chicago about a year ago, and she figured it would be a good way to meet people beyond our cubicle walls at work.
About an hour before go-time, I was dead set on backing out and continuing my weekend love affair with my couch, but since I had already paid the $32 fee, my cheapness kicked in and I figured I would at least go for my free drink. So I crushed a glass of wine for some liquid bravery and made my way over to the bar.
Immediately I scanned the room for any potential hotties, and couldn’t help but feel like a total tool.
The way it works is the women are assigned a table and given a number. Every 5 minutes a whistle is blown and the guys rotate. Fortunately I had the foresight to jot down some notes, mainly because I knew I would get at least one or two good stories from this experience. On your “scorecard” you circle a yes or no next to the guy’s number. If both parties circled yes, the organizers will email the other person’s contact information.
So I got my free drink and made my way over to my table. I was lucky number 9. Bring on the plethora of men to add to my man-harem. That night’s lineup featured:
Vladimir – Vladimir is a part-time dish washer new to the US from Bulgaria. When not washing dishes, Vladimir fosters his entrepreneurship spirit by running his own vending machine business.
[whistle!]
Joe – Joe is a recently retired, former military operative in his mid 50’s. Rather than drinking a beer, Joe preferred his Styrofoam cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee, which only fueled his jarring and abrasive personality. Immediately he sat down, snapped his fingers at me and spewed, “Ok let’s do this. Where ya from? What do ya do? Ya like a guy who can boss you around a little?”
[please God, blow the whistle already!]
Peter – Peter was the quintessential dbag of the group. Offensive behavior included:
- Stating that he’s from “Cali.”
- A beaded necklace that was so tight I wondered if I should wear protective goggles in the event it popped off.
- Excessive muscles that could only be the result of steroids and a steady supply of protein bars.
- Current occupation: male stripper
- Walking away from Victoria’s 5 minute date 3 minutes early
Jeff – I actually noticed Jeff at the bar before we even started. He was the creepy old man attempting to hide his raging boner as he stared me down. I pretended not to notice and prayed his 5 minutes would be as painless as possible. He’s the type of guy who is a regular to the Viagra Triangle scene in Chicago, looking for that perfect 21-26 year old he can brag to all his old men friends about. He was extremely forward, pulled his chair in close to me and touched my knee. About 75% of the conversation centered on where I went to college (Syracuse University) and it’s inferiority to his alma mater (Georgetown) that he probably graduated from 15 years before I was even born.
[whistle… Jeff was actually asked to leave and move onto the next person. Apparently he just couldn’t pull himself or his erection away from me.]
Danny – Danny is a petite and reserved gentleman who works as a nurse in a nearby hospital. He complained that although he works with a lot of women, they’re all in their 60’s and not dating material. The interaction with Danny was extremely awkward, most likely due to the fact that neither one of us could avoid thinking about the obvious… Danny’s vagina.
[if I had a whistle on me I would have blown it myself]
Lesson learned: if you’re going to participate in speed dating only do it with the intention of creating socially awkward comments for pure amusement purposes only.
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