So, Speed Dating tonight. Yep. In the City, at an event run by an outfit called Fast Impressions (Geddit?). Tonight has a theme, or a sub category: Fit and Healthy. I’m just hoping they let me in without making me do press ups, because, like, I can’t.
An update will follow. Possibly sooner than you expect if I have to flee precipitously…
*And now for the update…
I am undatable. That’s what I learned last night. I am friendly and funny and not so repellantly hideous that people hide children from my shadow but, nonetheless, I am undatable.
What leads me to this conclusion?
Well, let me see. I arrived early and had a nice chat with the ‘hostess’ (who was understandably bitter about having recently been made redundant from her day job and needed a sympathetic ear).
Then I chatted to a shortish Qantas pilot who was laughing along nicely until I stood up. Have I mentioned before that I’m 6′ tall in heels?
I spotted a small mousey girl who had also arrived alone and early and clearly had trouble looking at anyone or speaking above a whisper. I drew her over and introduced her to Pilot Guy. She said she worked in fashion, which surprised me, since I always imagined fashionistas would eat this kind of girl for breakfast. If they ate breakfast, which they don’t, because you can’t eat and stay stick-thin over the age of 25.
Anyway, the dates began – there were 12 women and 12 men, aged between 32 and 42, and none were noticeably buff. *Sigh of relief mingled with disappointment from moi*
The women stayed seated and the men had to move onto the next table after 8 minutes, every time Bitter Hostess thumped her faux bronze gong.
I thought I did okay. No awkward silences, frantically scrambling for something to say or ask. Plenty of laughter and ‘at ease’ body language. Nobody jumped up to leave my table in unbecoming haste as soon as the gong tolled.
One of the men was even rather interesting (though he didn’t look as though he did much in the way of physical activity), he’s a trauma surgeon and we had a good chat and laugh together during the date and the break.
He was the only one I ticked, indicating that I would be interested in seeing him again. No dreds and no tats, but one can’t have everything and at least he could string a sentence together.
But did the bugger tick me? No, he fucking didn’t.