I went speed-dating for the first time ever tonight. Partly because it was on my bucket list of things to do, and partly because I thought it might be nice to meet people from outside my usual circle of social media friends. So tonight I basically spent the comp they gave me.
The group had the entire upstairs to itself, which was nice. This had me more nervous than the whole thing, I think. I have, essentially, two outfits: Blue Oxford shirt and beige kakhis both from The Gap.
Red striped t-shirt under a soft red long-sleeved shirt, and beige cargo pants. I guarantee that when you next see me, I will be wearing one of two of these outfits. I do have other clothing, of course, but rarely wear it. In the end, I comprimised: Casual outfit on top, black slacks, and black shoes and matching socks — matching! I took a cab and only then did I realize my black pants were completely covered with cat fur, courtesy of my two kitties!
I mean covered — making the pants nearly look grey. By total luck, I had one of those lint tape-roller things in my jacket pocket from when I wanted to use it on the way to a speech. And good fortune, because the lighting in the place was good enough that it would have revealed the true me — a crazy cat lady. How It Worked There were about 15 women and 15 men.
Each table had a number on it, which, while perhaps a little dehumanizing, proved helpful for us guys to know which direction to go to. At the end of the first five rounds, there was a trivia question to answer. The prize was apparently a bottle of wine, but we never heard who won. I know, not exactly a great first impression, but there it is. The one exception was an otherwise pleasant woman who gently but firmly chastised me for asking what she did for a living.
Also on the banned list: Is this your first speed-dating? Have you always lived in Vancouver? I was actually surprised that nobody asked me what I did for fun. Lots of different jobs: At the end of the night, I decided to reward myself with a little present to myself for mustering up the courage to do the night. My friends have warped senses of humour, so I felt compelled to add this, just in case they misunderstood what I was buying at a drug store: The Next Day I got this in my email: My matches also picked me.
What have I gotten myself into!