I was curious when Michael, my friend and ex boyfriend, mentioned that he saw a link for gay speed dating. He immediately thought of me and even offered to pay the $10 fee. I'm thinking that both he and Rich, his current boyfriend, must be tired of me hanging around as a 3rd wheel.
It cost $10 and you get to meet or date 9 other guys. Each of the dates last 10 minutes. I had read about speed dating and was interested in how it works. And to be honest, I had run out of blog material. So if nothing else it would make an interesting story.
I went online, registered, and paid my $10 thru my Pay Pal account. To quote their advertising, $10, 10 Guys, 10 Minutes. The price seemed about right. I've spent way over $10 on one guy that ended up in a disaster.
The night before speed dating I had a reoccurring dream. I'm not sure it can be called a dream when it's a rememberence from the past while you sleep.
I'm 12 years old again. Everyone is standing on the baseball diamond and they start choosing sides. Everyone gets picked but me. I'm not only the last but I'm not chosen at all. Both sides walk off to start the game. What do I do? Do I go to my usual position - DEEP DEEP right field along the foul line or do I go behind the batters box? Today I simply walk to the sidelines while everyone, it seems is pointing and laughing.
As usual I wake in a cold sweat.
Michael met me at the South Lake Grille about 45 minutes before speed dating begins. He wasn't going to participate but he was there to give me moral support. But I think secretly he wanted to watch.
I was nervous and started looking around for other potential speed daters. Everyone seemed to be coupled off except two guys. They looked like they were stuck in the 60's. Not necessarily old but the type who hasn't had a haircut in the past few years and had a faint aromoa of weed.
I told Michael, this is going to be weird. But part of me was relieved. I wasn't here to hook up or even date. I just needed to have the speed dating experience. And the more bizarre. the better for my blog.
Another drink and it was time to go upstairs for speed dating. I checked in and was surprised to see that every guy there was cute. I started to panic - Where were my dope smoking friends from downstairs?
The guys were mostly professional and all were interesting, an attorney, a couple Microsoft developers, a hair stylist, a guy who just returned from the Peace Corps, a yoga instructor and and and well me. Panic, panic, I totally did not belong here with all these hot guys. What if I'm the only one not picked? OH grow up, I tell myself.
If you've never participated in speed dating you are missing quite an experience. I would recommend it to everyone. That is if you are single.
Since this was gay dating they had 10 girls on one side of the room and 10 boys on the other. I have to say the girls were way louder than the boys.
They had 5 guys sitting on one side of a long table and 5 guys on the other side. The guy directly in front of you is your 1st date. They yell GO!
I now have 10 minutes to get to know the the guy and also to sell myself. After 10 minutes we mark on a paper their name and either "I'm interested in dating" or "Would like to be friends" or leave it blank. Then everyone shifts one seat left, they yell GO and your 2nd date begins.
After everyone dates everyone, speed dating is over. They collect our forms and told us that we would be informed via email of any perfect matches. I had selected 4 guys as datable and 4 as friends.
For not caring I was really nervous. About 3:00am my cell phone buzzed and woke me up. It was informing me that I had an email. I immediately opened it up and was hurt. Only 3 guys wanted to be friends and absolutely no one wanted to date. Once again the game had started and I was pushed to the sidelines.
I'm still confused why this bothered me. I had never even met these guys before, why should I care? And to the 3 guys that want to be my friend, thank you, but I have 219 friends on facebook, I hardly need 3 more.
This blog took a weird twist. Instead of writing about speed dating, it turned into an expose of an inferiority complex that I thought I had left behind many years ago.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
4 comments:
If it's any consolation, I too was always chosen last for any sport. In fact, I didn't even know how to catch a softball until I was 22 years old and it suddenly occurred to me that I might do better if I stopped clenching my eyes shut when I thought the ball might be coming at me... :)
Never judge a book by it's cover.
Sorry it didn't work out and that old hurt feelings bubbled up to the surface as a result.
Love ya, sweetheart!
BB :)
Same with me regarding sports. I was never chosen and never have gotten over it. After I closed my eyes when the ball was coming at me and got hit in the face, I wouldn't even put myself out there again for sports. You seem to have such a great personality. Why wouldn't everybody want you? Don't sweat it.
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