Adventures in Speed Dating
"Still I think of her when the sun goes down
It never goes away, but it all works out"
Adventures in Speed Dating
All movies, all comedians typify Jewish mothers as constantly berating their children for not being married yet. I think my mother must be at least part Jewish, even thought I know she isn't. At her behest and to help a friend through a tough time in his life, I ventured out speed dating. Determined not to just shrug this off as a waste of time, I braved the crowd and joined in on the "festivities." A "life experience." That was my friend Saucy's definition of my going speed dating. That about sums it up perfectly. A singular life experience.
Being the bastard age of my late twenties it is very hard to meet single people. Most friends by this point are either married or on their way to the alter. Me, well hell, I'm still straggling behind. I have tried bars. I have tried blind dates. I have tried dating work-related people. None of that has worked. So I figured what the hell. I wasn't putting too much stock in finding someone speed dating, but did not go into it jaded.
There were some really nice people there, but I was the youngest person by about nine years. There was a guy I kept joking around with that was thirty. As far as the women went, the youngest said she was thirty-six. There's nothing wrong with older women. Just not my cup of tea. There were some ladies that were nice, and actually carried on a conversation. There were others that seemed like they couldn't be bothered. The messed up part, and I am not trying to be a dick about this, is that the ones that couldn't be bothered were some horrid looking and acting women. I'm no Cary Grant, but hell no. Nu-uh. And yet, they couldn't be bothered with me.
I guess speed dating is not really for people my age. It looked like the 45+ crowd in the next room was having a helluva time. But for a guy in his late twenties, this just is not my crowd. My people. My dawgs. The one's that were nice reminded me a lot of my older women from work. The one's that always say they wished they were my age, so that they could go out with me. The one's that have passed that "hooking up with the hottest person imaginable" phase. In me, they see someone that is past that. That is older than what my driver's license says.
All that said, if your single, go speed dating. It's always nice to do something that is out of the ordinary. If nothing else I got to meet some really nice people. That and tell a bunch of strange women that I had eleven children by eleven different women.
Until next time:
"Everyone wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant." - Cary Grant
It never goes away, but it all works out"
Adventures in Speed Dating
All movies, all comedians typify Jewish mothers as constantly berating their children for not being married yet. I think my mother must be at least part Jewish, even thought I know she isn't. At her behest and to help a friend through a tough time in his life, I ventured out speed dating. Determined not to just shrug this off as a waste of time, I braved the crowd and joined in on the "festivities." A "life experience." That was my friend Saucy's definition of my going speed dating. That about sums it up perfectly. A singular life experience.
Being the bastard age of my late twenties it is very hard to meet single people. Most friends by this point are either married or on their way to the alter. Me, well hell, I'm still straggling behind. I have tried bars. I have tried blind dates. I have tried dating work-related people. None of that has worked. So I figured what the hell. I wasn't putting too much stock in finding someone speed dating, but did not go into it jaded.
There were some really nice people there, but I was the youngest person by about nine years. There was a guy I kept joking around with that was thirty. As far as the women went, the youngest said she was thirty-six. There's nothing wrong with older women. Just not my cup of tea. There were some ladies that were nice, and actually carried on a conversation. There were others that seemed like they couldn't be bothered. The messed up part, and I am not trying to be a dick about this, is that the ones that couldn't be bothered were some horrid looking and acting women. I'm no Cary Grant, but hell no. Nu-uh. And yet, they couldn't be bothered with me.
I guess speed dating is not really for people my age. It looked like the 45+ crowd in the next room was having a helluva time. But for a guy in his late twenties, this just is not my crowd. My people. My dawgs. The one's that were nice reminded me a lot of my older women from work. The one's that always say they wished they were my age, so that they could go out with me. The one's that have passed that "hooking up with the hottest person imaginable" phase. In me, they see someone that is past that. That is older than what my driver's license says.
All that said, if your single, go speed dating. It's always nice to do something that is out of the ordinary. If nothing else I got to meet some really nice people. That and tell a bunch of strange women that I had eleven children by eleven different women.
Until next time:
"Everyone wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant." - Cary Grant
posted by The Big Man | 3/18/2006 08:29:00 PM
4 Comments:
what is it, being that age of past the halfway mark of the 20s, means you must get married or be heckled by your parents until they decide you are hopeless? my mother actually said to me not too long ago 'i should have had more than one' and hung her head. like, sweet mom, why don't you just start calling me your little spinster? i'm happy with where i am at. i hate that it seems many of the guys i've met that are around my same age are all about getting married, family, kids..there's time for that people! i've always wanted to go speed dating. like with a group of friends, sort of to compare notes..hmm. but there aren't many events around this area..
I have a much younger sister (she's still in high school), and have a bet going with my mom that lil' sis will have a kid before I sire a child.
Parents are odd that way. For the most part, I have kept my entire dating history from my folks. I usually snuck out of the house, or said I was rolling with guy friends when in actuality I went on dates. We had a talk awhile back, and she thought I had only one girlfriend in my entire life. I guess I was an extremely good sneaker.
She's constantly looking for women for me. She's sent me to Food Lion, sent me to her salon, etc. I usually say "screw it," and go.
If you get a chance, go speed dating. It was interesting, and the people here at work are cracking up about my tale.
Brava to you for speed dating.
I don't know how you did it, God knows I never could.
But you're right . . once you're past your early twenties, how are you supposed to meet people?
Blind dates are awful.
Bars -- ummm.. "Yes, kids, mommy met daddy while she was rubbin up on him with a Corona in her hand."
All your friends are married, most expecting kids and your family is on your back every nine minutes for "playing hard to get."
Umm . . wow, sounded like a lot of angst there. (me, not you)
Good luck with your mother.
I am SO happy that my parents (though my grandparents and aunts and uncles have tried) have not hit that "why aren't you married, yet" stage. They're happy with who and what I am.
Thanks for your comments.
I completely understand where that glimmer of angst comes from. I was actually interviewed a couple years back in a local magazine. The article was about the single scene in K-town. I said it was doubly difficult for me, because I am a rather tall guy. That was another problem that most people do not have.
My mom is bad about it, but I inherited a "smart ass" from both of my folks. Usually when she starts ripping on me, I just go into full on sarcastic mode. One night, when she was fussing, dad flipped around finding some sort of Victoria's Secret show on. I pointed out one of the models, and said "get her for me mom." Dad was in tears. He kept telling her "that's what you get for pounding on the boy."
They're happy with all aspects of my life except the relationship side. I have my own house, a good job, and a car that I paid for myself. She just wants me to get hitched, and start pumping out babies.
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