Speed Dating

So, last night I went on a date with 9 different guys. Each date lasted a short and blessed 6 minutes.

That's right, I went SPEED DATING!!!!

I always wanted to try it. I didn't have very high expectations, which, as it turns out, was a good thing, though it wasn't as bad as I expected. Everyone seemed fairly normally, relatively easy to talk to, but I had zero interest in any of them. Not wanting to put absolutely no matches down, I choose two...a psycho-therapist who looked like his face was made out of plastic and had the personality of a Ken doll, and an IT guy who spent the entire time talking about the house he bought without realizing how much fixing it needed. I wasn't actually interested in them, felt no connection and figured they didn't either, but I had to put something.

The email with my matches was waiting for me when I got home. As it turned out, neither of my picks choose me, but I did get four other undesirables that deemed me date-worthy. Four out of nine. Now, I don't think I'm a supermodel or anything, but I do think I'm a fairly good catch, and yet only four out of nine picked me? The bald professor that liked swing dancing didn't pick me? The chubby nurse who was clearly gay but didn't know it didn't pick me? The Ken doll with no personality didn't pick me???

I have to say, it's a little discouraging to get rejected by people you don't even like.

The highlight of the evening came with my second last dater, who was actually someone I had gone out with once, about a year ago. The best part...I'd made a huge fool out of myself when we'd gone out a year before.

Let me set the scene...It was a snowy night. I was in a bar downtown. I had spent almost three hours listening to him drone on about his horrible wife who was divorcing him, the job he'd just lost, and the house he was building but probably wouldn't be able to afford anymore. A real winner! When I was finally getting ready to leave, I couldn't find my keys. I was in a bit of a panic - not because I would have to call AAA and wait, or because some crazy person might have the keys to my car and house, but because I might be stuck talking to this guy even longer. He walked me to my car, looked in the window and saw the keys in the ignition. He pulled open the door, which I had apparently forgotten to lock, and that was when I first noticed that my car, unlike all the others, had no snow on it, despite being on the street during a fairly heavy snow fall. Then I heard the music blaring as he opened the door. Then I felt the heat pouring out.

That's right - I left my car running for the entire three hours that I was in the bar!

So, when he walked up to the table and sat down, he said "I've met you before," and I said, "That's right. I'm the crazy girl who left her car running for three hours!"

His response: "I tell everyone that story!"

And now, apparently, so do I :)