I posted this in my blog, but figured I would post here as well.
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So, despite the setback earlier this week, I decided to venture out again tonight for another speed dating event. And get this - I WENT BY MYSELF I *never* go out alone . . . especially not on a Saturday night. But dangit, my bestie didn't want to come and I was feeling a little intimidated at first (thinking about all the "competition" that would be there), but I figured, when else am I guaranteed to have at least 10 guys talk to me at the club? Plus I'd rather go and have the experience than sit at home and feel like I missed something. So, I put on a cute outfit, did my hurr and makeup, and hit the scene.
I am so glad that I went . . . I actually ran into a friend from college there (she was one of the event organizers). Also the men were of a much better quality than the event I went to last month . . . I don't know if I will have a mutual match with any of them, but all in all, it was more "practice" for talking with guys. I got some interesting feedback . . . at least two of the guys said that I came across very "serious," which surprised me because I was being very talkative and bubbly . . . at least I thought I was. *shrug*
Oh, and do you know that I ran into a dude that I met at the LAST speed dating event I went to? In fact, we were supposed to go out yesterday for a lunch date, but I had to cancel because of work. (In case you're wondering, this was the same dude who was constantly asking for pictures.) Anyways, he was a little gruff with me. "You stood me up!" he said. Actually I didn't - my boss really did change my schedule so I couldn't make our date. But I admit that the fact that he kept asking for pictures really turned me off so I didn't mind not going. Anyways, he asked me how I would make it up to him. I told him that I'd allow him to take me out We'll see if we actually "match" again. A part of me wants to reach out to say that I wasn't blowing him off, hope to see him again, etc. But another part of me says let it go - if he wants to go out with you, he will reach out himself.
The funniest part of the evening was when this older, crusty dude sat down. He was wearing a corduroy blazer with elbow patches and looked like he was two weeks overdue for a haircut. As soon as he sat across from me he said, "I already know what I'm looking for in a woman." Okay . . . from that alone, I knew he wasn't interested, so I figured I'd just make conversation. I asked him what he was looking for . . . "Well, first off, I want a woman who's at least 40 and that's not here. And, like I said, I have a type . . . I mean, you're tall enough so that's good. But there's one thing about you that 'disqualifies' you . . . . "
"Oh really?" I said, "What might that be?"
"Well, I don't want to say."
"I bet I can guess . . . body type?"
He laughed and said yes.
I didn't care because again, I wasn't feeling him at all. And he justified it saying, "Look, if a guy was 5'1", you wouldn't be interested in him no matter how smart or engaging he was right? This is no different."
When our time was up, he shook my hand and I pulled him in and said, "Just remember: anyone can lose weight, but stupid is forever."
Despite Old Head, it was still a good evening. Even though there was a mixer, I decided to leave after the speed dating part. (What can I say? Baby steps . . . plus I wasn't in the mood to strike up conversations with men and I didn't get the impression that they would strike them up with me.) So yeah, I left, but I left feeling satisfied with myself.
One thing that was fascinating to me is that most of the guys, when discussing what they were looking for in a woman, only mentioned physical things . . . "I like women who are tall, voluptuous, etc., etc." When guys asked me what I was looking for, right off the bat, my first answer was that I liked men who are "intellectual." Hmmm. While that's true, I wonder if that's a "turn off" of an answer . . . will need to think that over.
Anyways, onto the next adventure!