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.