I decided to go speed dating and in the absence of many single friends and my sister generally letting me down I decided to go taking only my wine monster with me...
One word…Terrified.
I pretend to be a confident person but really I am very shy, despite being quite loud.
7pm Mustard Bar, St Pauls
I arrived at 7pm when registration for the event opened and sat opposite the stairs to see how many people went down to where the event was being held. I didn’t want to be the first one there.
The event was due to start at 7.30 so I eventually (after a large glass of wine which was half price due to happy hour) wandered down stairs.
Alcohol – It’s all too easy to drink when you are full of nerves and its half price. Instead of pacing myself I did my best Lindsay Lohan act and drank enough wine to make Italy ashamed. Don’t do this as your judgment is impaired and it’s not the best first impression. Gal Single does not do well on wine.
Why, when I know this, being 10 years over the legal drinking age, did I drink wine? Because I am a moron that’s why. I could have had a vodka and tonic which is my fail safe drink, no says the wine monster. When I drink wine I jabber and this coupled with nerves may not have made the best impression on people.
A man who was also on his own settled down in the seat next to me and we got chatting while we waited for the event to start. He was a little geeky (we know how I love a geek) and he was French with floppy French hair. Mais Oui… Mais Oui…
Once the event began the nerves had been drowned with wine and I found the whole experience rather pleasant. You can tell within about 30 seconds if you are attracted to the person and therefore if you are then great, and if not you know you’re not stuck with them for very long and they might actually be nice people too.
There were a couple of cute guys there and it seemed promising. Not everyone was my cup of tea and I am sure I wasn’t everyone’s either but there were at least two dates when I was genuinely disappointed when the bell rang and they had to move on.
There were a couple of gaps in the dates where men hadn’t turned up, this was a nice opportunity to chat to the lady next to me. She was a seasoned speed dater and had actually met a few of the people at this event before.
This tells me speed dating is a small world and if you really don’t get on with someone it’s likely you’ll meet them again.
Although she did use the phrase “speed dating is a way of life” – for me and the sake of my unfertilized ovum I hope not, someday I hope to actually meet someone J
During the breaks my Frenchman, who I will call Pierre, came to sit with me again which was nice, he was a friendly face amongst the strangers and had enough to say for himself that we didn’t run dry on conversation.
After all the dates had finished there was an opportunity to mingle which I did for a while although by then I was actually far too drunk for mingling having not eaten anything before starting to drink. What a schoolboy error.
I got chatting to a couple of the girls too which was really nice as it is always good to meet new single ladies too.
The evening drew to a close and this was when Pierre made his move. Please read this next bit in your best French accent…
“So now we are going to make love?”
Pierre, my little camembert, we are not. I told him that it probably wasn’t the best thing to say to a lady and that I’d had a lovely time and that I was sure I would see him again and left. God bless his petit heart!
I can’t blame him for trying considering that I was now shit faced and had spent the whole night chatting to him, perhaps he thought it was fair game. But no matter how loose my tongue gets when drinking, my morals never do.
Fast forward to this morning (lets skip the disgusting railway food I ate on the way home and the downing of a pint of water before bed) I had to log on and rate the men I had met as follows
Yes
No
Friends
I gave a few ticks to the guys I thought I might like to see again and then logged off, you log back in in a couple of days to see if any of your choices ticked you. It’s handy because it means you don’t have to give out your number or email.
On the way home I made some notes for my blog, if anyone can tell me what the fuck this says I will give you a prize – testament to the amount of wine consumed.
. There are also several receipts with scribble on. I need to buy a Dictaphone.
All in all speed dating was not the harrowing event I thought it was going to be, it was painful at times with a couple of the more boring men. The last three I saw I could tell straight away were not going to interest me physically but then also personality wise there was not much there for me. I think this lead to me feeling a little deflated at the end of the evening.
On reflection it was a good fun evening, it’s not too difficult to go it alone as you won’t be the only one, you just have to be brave and go for it. And not drink wine, evil evil wine.
I will go speed dating again but I make these vows to you dear reader, for the next time around
1. I will not drink wine
2. I will not let wine drinking lead to smoking (yep did that too)
3. I will not go on a school night when neither of the above is advisable
A couple more tales of the evening to follow in other posts…
In other non dating related news I am going to be a very proud godmother to SouthernComforts daughter, who shall for blog purposes simply be known as My Princess. Upon her asking me I burst into tears (in the middle of a shopping centre) and it is the proudest moment of grown up life thus far.
Until next time
Love
SG
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