Speed Dating

Last night I put on my new t-shirt (it has “Assassins do it from behind” and a silhouette of a pirate about to jump on someone unsuspecting printed on it), skinny black jeans and knee-high suede boots – yes I’m into the whole Pirate thing at the moment. Drove into town and met Jo. We went for a quick drink in a bar – nearly £10 for two drinks, and she had coffee! Quick chat about what’s going on in our lives currently – she sold a framed print of one of her painting yesterday, so Hooray for Jo! Then off to the bar where the Speed Dating was being held……

Jo, along with the other daters was given a name badge and a number to wear, me being the Moral Support, got nothing. We got drinks and then it started.

I had to sit in the corner, fortunately I wasn’t the only Moral Support that turned up, so myself and a lovely lady called Sam chatted for the hour and a half or so that the dating went on.

Watching the cross-section of the community that was taking part was fascinating to say the least; tall, short, fat, thin, ugly, attractive – you name it, they were there. Jo was without doubt one of the most attractive women there but she won’t get to find out who has matched with her until Thursday – don’t worry I’ll post the results here.

There were 16 women some whom looked in their 20s; slender, very attractive, vivacious and interesting and there were some who looked at the very upper end of the 35-45 age group that was supposed to be taking part. I would have said that pretty much all physical tastes were catered for – unless of course you prefer porn-star types, and then there were none evident – likewise for the men….

Only 13 men and of those I could only pick out three whom I found instantly attractive – attractive enough for me to go speak to afterwards…..Well, to be fair, I only managed to speak to two of them; the other one got away quickly, but Jo told me he wasn’t worth bothering with anyway…..

One of the two spoke to me first; he wanted to know why I wasn’t taking part and said he was really disappointed – he had noticed me when he came in and had been looking forward to talking to me…..

Gentlemen, flattery is good.

I spoke very briefly to this chap but just as I had started to talk, so the other one I wanted to speak to walked past and I’m afraid I just pounced upon him…..Not because he was devastatingly attractive, no, but because Jo had told me he was a writer and made a living from writing for online magazines. The lure of networking was too strong, so I collared him; the fact that he was easy on the eye helped, but as soon as we had chatted for a couple of minutes I wished I hadn’t stopped talking to the flatterer…..Such is life…..

Jo thoroughly enjoyed the evening she ticked two of the 13 there; one a drugs counsellor (good one, I told her, he’ll be able to get some then! Which I had to quickly follow up with, I’m joking, honestly) and the other was a mental health expert, again, could come in handy….you never know….

But at the end of the evening both Jo and I went home alone with no telephone numbers or email addresses, no one commented on my lovely t-shirt and the new knickers I had bought earlier that day were seen only by me…..