So I went for my second foray into speed dating last night. This time there were a lot less guys and even less women (14 to 9-12). Unfortunately, the event took place at a dueling piano bar and I am absolutely petrified of dueling pianos (no seriously, I am). The actually speed dating took place in a separate room, so I managed to escape seeing any pianos with duelers playing them.
But I digress, overall the evening wasn't as much fun as last time. Kristi encouraged me to be less picky this time and I really tried, but the odds were stacked against me . . .There were a lot more "unique" individuals including a highly disproportionate number of overweight, Southern good ole boys (like over half). One of them informed me right away that he has worked with 2 Oscar winners and gotten a psych degree to kill time until his film career took off. He's going to grad school next, so apparently no one else is impressed he worked with 2 Oscar winners either.
Another guy was the epitome of slimy smoothness. He laid it on thick, telling me I was the only one he wanted to talk to there, how great my personality was, and other crap. He also touched me a couple of times. Unfortunately, he was the first person I talked to after the break, so I was stuck with him for 15 minutes of agony. I actually wanted to take a shower after talking to him.
Even though I was trying to be less picky this time, I actually put down only 3 yes votes with 2 of them really being yes and one being a less picky yes. When I got my results this afternoon, the two real yes votes agreed with me and the other guy didn't (which relieves me to no end because the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to go out with him).
Now, I'm not holding my breath about actually going out on dates with any of these guys since that didn't happen after last time, but I'm glad I got two quality matches. Plus as everyone keeps pointing out to me (or probably reminding me), I'm not going to play any Dr. Phil mind games.
The funny part is the guys who flirted with me most were the bartenders . . .
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