Nor do I have any desire to run amok in New York City, picking up every weirdo who crosses my path.
I happen belong to the dying breed of people who Marina considers “prehistoric” but I like to refer to as “old school”: people who enjoy one-on-one communication, don’t understand Snapchat, struggle with the concept of dating apps, and actually value face time – and not of the i Phone variety.
While no allure of “blog research” could convince me to embark upon this terrifying venture, a friend of mine, lovingly known as The Log, recently had the courage to sign up for a speed dating event that granted her the opportunity of meeting 15 eligible bachelors over the course of 2.5 hours.
I have neither the emotional, nor the mental, capacity, to Tinder (or Raya, or whatever else she’s into at the moment) ten guys simultaneously.Editor’s Note: Nope, we are not reporting back from the early 2000s.It appears that speed dating – the very same dating format that once inspired SATC’s Miranda to pretend to be a stewardess for the sake of male seduction – is still a real thing, taking place on the island of Manhattan.I was about to invent really great excuse (“OMG SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED!
On Thursday evening at 6PM, my co-worker and I did a quick outfit change and headed to Belgian Beer Café, a cute No Mad beer bar where the event was set to take place.After registering and receiving our name tags we were encouraged to proceed to the bar and get a drink.