I wanted to try speed dating for as long as I can remember. The idea of sitting in an unfamiliar lounge, across from a total stranger, with a glass of red in my hand seemed appealing. Luckily for me one of my coworkers felt the same! We signed up for a Relish Speed dating event back in December, just a couple weeks prior to Christmas; however, due to a lack of registrants, it was cancelled. So recently, I decided to use my event credit and sign up for another event.
It was a Monday night, around 7:20pm when I pulled into a parking spot on a busy Back Bay street. I parked and paid the parking meter that timed out at 7:59pm. Annoying because the Speed dating was scheduled to begin at 8pm. I walked around the Pru and went back to my spot just before the event was about to begin. I fed the meter my credit card and, again, it timed out at 7:59pm. I got into my car and drove about a ¼ mile down the street to find another parking spot, parked and tried to feed the meter one more time. Again, it timed out at 7:59pm. In anger I got back into my car. Surely this was a sign that my 8:00pm Speed dating event wasn’t meant to be. I sat for a few minutes contemplating driving home, or parking in a nearby garage. It was then, through my tears of frustration, I noticed the sign… Meter Pay from 8:00am – 8:00pm.
I am a dumbass.
I left all three of my meter tickets on the dash and heading toward the restaurant. During my walk I passed another girl feeding the meter her credit card, I smiled at her and kept walking.
The event took place in a small hole-in-the-wall Asian fusion restaurant located below street level. It was dark, service was poor, but it was kind of exactly what I expected.
There were 10 men and 10 women. We each were assigned a number 1-10. The men would sit across from us and move every five minutes. Five minutes is a long time to talk to someone you don’t want to talk to. There were a lot of different types of people there. I was ridiculously underdressed—not in a flannel kind of way, but in a i-didn’t-put-any-effort-in kind of way. We each got a scorecard and had to rate our partner on a 1-5 scale. The awkward part was we could see each other’s cards, so we know how the person before us was graded. Each time a new man sat we exchanged the same three questions:
“what do you do for work?”
“what do you do for fun?”
“what brought you here?”
You can only answer those questions so many different ways, and by the end of the evening I had four different careers (shit you not).
I added up the points on my scorecard and listed my Top 3. I handed in my card to the host and left. I think people stuck around for drinks and chatting, but I was mentally exhausted and anxious to ensure my car wasn’t towed.
Early the next morning I received an email from the host of the event. Two of my Top 3 were a mutual match. Both men sent me an email the same morning. They were both sweet guys, but I didn’t reply to either. The weird thing about Speed dating is you pick your Top 3 based on who wasn’t terrible, and there was enough TERRIBLE to know who my finalists were. That said, they weren’t terrible but they weren’t necessarily guys I would want to match with in a different, say an organic, situation. To be honest I think both of them were looking for a Green card.
The event itself wasn’t bad. The concept is kind of fun. If I had the choice I would probably do it all over again; however, I don’t think anything will come of it. I am happy I put myself out there and tried it. I’m also happy my car wasn’t towed.