Tales from the trenches on line dating Free chatrooms with horny girls
You get to pick out men and try them on for size, see if they fit and make you feel and look good.
So far I still prefer retail therapy to dating, but I suppose thats because I havent found the right fella.
Socially awkward or what I like to call, Aspy engineers galore! Being a Behavior Analyst who works with Autistic children, I should have been in my element being surrounded by so much social awkwardness.
No amount of behavioral training or dating could have prepared me for this. When we got to the place, there were only 5 guys, and 1 other girl at the bar. I entertained the idea of giving a fake name – something I probably did a dozen times in college when out with my girlfriends – except we’ve already registered online, and the girl running the whole thing already has our names. Rachel and I sit down in one of the booths, waiting to see if any more people will stroll in.
The rest of the time he talks about how hard it is to be left-handed in a right-handed world. Stanford walks over, and to my relief it’s not really him, but we’ll still call him Stanford anyway, because he too managed to mention Stanford a million times in our 5 minute conversation. I’m not expecting this so I laugh, and I tell him the same thing.
He then asks me if I had been at the last couple speed dating events. I tell him, “no,” and, Stanford tells me that he loves speed dating because there is a process to it and a predictable routine. Somehow, I don’t know how, but we got through the night.
He then tells me that he met his last two girlfriends at speed dating events, and that he is fairly certain that this will be the way he meets his future wife. The event ended, and as soon as it’s over, Rachel and I leave before we can be cornered by any of them. So the take home message from my first speed dating event, if you’re feeling so brave: Have fun and enjoy it for what it is… Who knows, maybe you’ll have better luck and meet someone who’ll catch your attention within those five minutes.
That’s when Rachel reminds me,” do you really want to do this sober? I don’t want to stare so I try not to make direct eye contact and silently hope he doesn’t recognize me. Our hostess reminds us of the rules, and tells us that spending 5 minutes with someone doesn’t obligate you to be their boyfriend/girlfriend, you are not dating, etc.Me: “Well, I mean people who like to categorize others but don’t like it when it’s done to them.” Needless to say the rest of the date didn’t go so well and we never saw each other again.So in honor of Valentine’s Day (otherwise known for us single folks as Singles Awareness Day), my fellow single gal pal, Rachel, and I endured our first speed dating event.So I told myself I wasn’t going to put the guys’ real names on here, just in case, but I have to put this guy’s name because it doesn’t do my story justice.So the Russian Hater sits down, and I look at his name tag: Nicholai.
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