It’s nearly 10pm on Friday night and I’m comfortably snuggled in bed with my laptop, iPad, iPhone, and… that’s about it, my friends. I must have accessibility with three devices AT ALL TIMES to post on Facebook. I must! I’m just back from speed dating and wanted to blog about it while it is still fresh in my mind. I received an email yesterday about comp tickets for speed dating for ages 38 – 55, so I thought I’d give it a go since I’m 38 and thought I might have better luck with an older crowd. It was held at a bar in downtown Boston – a place I’ve been to before for speed dating. There’s a nice, quiet back room with dim mood lighting so I figured no one would notice that my sweater really needed to be de-fuzzed. I put on a cute, boobalicious shirt and some denim trousers with boots. I even had on makeup! I think I looked pretty cute. When I arrived, there were a few people mulling about and I met Nicole, who was running the show. She told me she had been working as a speed dating hostess for 4 years, so I immediately gave her my personal business card and asked if I could interview her for the blog. Nicole, if you’re reading this, don’t forge to email me! She was super cool and I think you’d all get a kick out of learning the ins and outs of speed dating from her.

And you know me. I’m always picking up chicks at speed dating. I immediately started chatting with two recently divorced ladies who had come to speed dating for the first time. Virgins! They were two of the classiest people I’ve met at speed dating. We chatted for a while and one of them exchanged cards with me. Sigh. As usual, I have no problem talking to single women. It’s the single men out there who make me nervous and tongue tied. Later, one of the divorced ladies even added me on whatsapp so we could keep in touch. And then it began. For a nice change of pace, there were two more men than women at the event! I started out with Brent, who ironically has the same name as my high school crush. Brent was cute, but a bit awkward with me and alas, there was just no chemistry. Nice guy, though. If he writes me later on whatsapp, I’ll politely respond, but I doubt there will be sparks.

The third guy was bald and incredibly sweet. He was extremely personable and the conversation flowed very easily. If we end up a match, I’d go out with him. In fact, I secretly hope I’ll wake up tomorrow to a whatsapp “nice to meet you” message from him. Next was arguably my favorite guy. He had slicked back hair and was the kind of guy that you’d describe as a “Latin Lover.” He was cute and flirty. Our conversation went something like this… [dialogue remains unchanged]. As we wrapped up, he joked about wanting to continue our “paper box” conversation later. I laughed, but part of me wondered if I should’ve given him my whatsapp number instead of just smiling. Next up was Todd. He was cute and wore red, so he must have read the memo. So I’m going to admit something extremely embarrassing and weird right now. When I was in 7th grade, I went to a Bat Mitzvah that had a psychic to entertain us kiddos in between dancing the Horah and a righteous game of Coke and Pepsi. Anyhow, this psychic told my 13-year-old self that I was going to marry someone named Tom or Todd. And as you know, I’m still single, so I secretly believe this is still going to come true. So when I encounter a Tom or Todd in my dating world, I (now not-so-secretly) believe that we’re going to get married. So, of course, I envisioned my wedding with Todd during the 6 minutes of speed dating. Sadly, I already know (don’t ask how) that Todd did not pick me. So, my quest for a Tom or Todd continues. And yes, I checked my whatsapp three times afterward to see if maybe, just maybe, he changed his mind.

The last two guys were a blur. One had 3 adult sons and I suddenly felt like I should be dating one of his sons than him. And the last guy asked me if we had met before at speed dating. We hadn’t. But I took it that he was thinking that he had to now reject me for a second time. If he messages me on whatsapp, I’ll know he at least remembered me. And that was my evening. I don’t expect any matches from the event, but it was good to get fapitzed and put myself out there. At the very least, I have some fun stories to share on whatsapp with friends who love to laugh at my dating adventures. If anyone is up for a good old fashioned game of Coke and Pepsi or knows a nice single guy named Todd or Tom, I’m game. And yes, feel free to pass along my whatsapp to him too.