I know you’ve been on the edge of your seat waiting for my entry about “speed dating”. It’s one of those things that when people say they are going to do it, you want to find out how it went because it can either turn out to be super -fun or super-horrific.
My friend whose idea this was, purchased the Groupon speed dating classification of “Individuals with Advanced Degree’s” which meant that I had to up my own personal education ante and have a Master’s degree --- basically lie. According to the confirmation email, the location would be in the bar area of an Indian restaurant on the Upper Eastside, oye vey. The situation already smelled bad, or was that just the curry.
The moderator gives everyone a piece of paper and a pen, the women settle into a seat. At the sound of a bell the men rotate clockwise, very musical chairs meets Pavlov. Each party writes the name of the person they meet on their paper, there is a 5 minute chat, the bell rings and men rotate. That continues until everyone has the opportunity to meet. At the end, if you circle someone’s name and they circle yours then the two of you get paired up for an actual date. The concept is pretty simple.
My friend and I settle into our seats with an empty one in between. The bell rings and it’s OFF to the races! I decide that if asked, I would give myself a Master’s in Sociology from Brown. With a fake Master’s in toe, I decide to rotate between two fake professions. First, that of Mortgage Broker and second, that of doggie clothing designer. That was until my friend decided to tell people we were Wedding Planners! With three full-blown professions I was I rather impressed with myself but already a bit exhausted.
The first guy, let’s call him “Prince” and no, I don’t mean Fresh Prince, Michael Jackson’s son, Prince Harry, William or newbie Prince George. I mean Prince people, the Purple Rain Prince. The Prince that one time in my youth I found to be sexy and this just happened to be his bizarre-o twin. He was the googlie-eyed, lip pursing version of Prince. Turns out he was a professor at Hunter and had a Masters in I have no idea because every time I said something or he said something, his eyes would bug out and his lips would purse. Almost as if he was waiting for someone to apply lip balm on him while he was being fisted. I found that to be too distracting and needless to say, he did not get circled. RING!!!
Next person, let’s call him Tim, partially because that was his name. Tim, a small Asian guy who smiled a lot and as you know I match behavior so I began to smile a lot too pointed to each letter on his name tag and said “Hi, my name is T-I-M.” I pointed to mine and said “Hi my name is (fill in blank).” He then proceeds to tell me that he attended....as he points to his name tag again but this time in reverse order. He continues this motion three or four times until I say “nipple?” He looks at me annoyed and we both say at the same time M-I-T. Oh! Now I get it! I tell him how I went to “Brown” and he says, “Too bad you went to such a shitty school!”
Listen, you can do a lot of things to me, you can call me broad-shouldered, you can say my hair is frizzy, you can even tell me that I can stand to lose a few pounds but DO NOT make fun of my Graduate school even if it IS a fictitious graduate degree! Needless to say, he did not get circled. RING!!!
The next person sits in the chair and tells me his name, which I write down on the paper and spell incorrectly. He notices that and corrects me. I apologize and again write it down but on a second attempt to spell it I once again write it down incorrectly, at this point he is visually getting upset. Finally on the third try, I write it down and this time it’s correct. He then asks me, “What country do you think I’m from?” I stumble and try to look at the spelling of his name and proceed to say “Pakistan”. He rolls his eyes and says, “No, I’m from India!” “At least I was close……” I said as he stomped away, but not before he turned around to say “Brown is a shitty school, you can’t even spell!” Needless to say, he did not get circled. RING!!!
Ransford quickly sits down to shake my hand. He is a very polite African-American older gentleman who tells me he used to live in New Jersey and now lives in New York. His Graduate degree is in Mathematics but doesn’t mention his school. He asks me the standard questions, where I went to school, what I do for a living and where I currently live. As I go down the line of answering each question, I explain the different areas of the City that I have called my home and use my hand to demonstrate the progression of locations. I finally detail how now I reside in Harlem and while my hand is still up, he shakes it. I look at him confused and say, “Did you just shake my hand because I said I lived in Harlem?” He argumentatively says, “No, I thought you had your hand up for me to shake it,” embarrassed I then being to blush. The conversation screeches to a halt. Needless to say, I did not get circled by HIM! RING!!
The end objective with speed dating is to find a date. That objective, my dear friends, was not met. However the evening was not a complete bust as I genuinely did have fun! I allowed myself an experience that, if had it not been for my girlfriend, I would have never tried otherwise. And I guess that is what it’s all about! Life is about never closing yourself off to experiences. Something I have to remind myself of every once in a while. Those guys that I met were brave! They put themselves out there to meet someone and even though I didn’t connect with any of them, and I created a fictitious back story, I’m certain that they will eventually find someone with whom they will have a great date. If you’re curious about speed dating, I say do it! At the very least, you’ll have fun and perhaps some Naan.