As mentioned various times earlier, I went speed dating on Monday AKA Valentine’s Day, the alleged and presumed the most romantic day of the year.
As I also mentioned earlier that was a Groupon involved, in addition to a sense of adventure and good fun. It turns out, I would need both of those qualities for “successful” speed dating, although given that I have not received any matches yet, I might have have been quite as successful at doing that.
After leaving work – but not before dolling myself up with make-up, contacts, etc. – I decided to explore the city as well as check out the Ken Dolls in Time Square among other sights. Then it was off too 48 Lounge/NYC and speed dating.
Well, to start, i was at least an hour early. I spent most of my time lounging in the back area and pretending that I was not one of those girls. But on, I am.
If you were following me on Twitter, you would have read about this older woman (early to mid 40s) in the “Reserved” section for the Speed Dating. After I give her a passing glance – there was some activity behind and I was wondering if I should join or not – she randomly says, “You could e doing blah blah. I can’t see what you on doing [on my phone].” That somewhat odd/awkward situation, but it definitely broke the ice. She then began telling me that her married male friend told her he was getting separated, but was afraid to her and wants to meet her – on VDay? seriously – and something along the lines of her hotel was nearby.
Not sure what any of that was about, but who wants to meet someone on VDay’s day in the non-romantic sense, given those shady circumstances… Sounds like someone – the guy – wants to get in someone else’s – the lady – pants…
About 20 minutes later, she decides to leave our particular area and heads off, I presume to conduct an illicit relationship with her married friend.
The make-up artist calls me over to meet up to the back area with the other early birds. Like the other woman, they too looked older – one in her late 20s, early 30s but the other to were definitely late 30s. After getting some eyeshadow and highlighting shimmer, the make-up artist, who has been married to a FOB Italian gave us some dating advice.
I don’t remember the exact words, but it was something along the lines of: Date someone better than you, or date something who you can look up too, who impresses you and they should look up to/be impressed by you too.
It seems like good advice, especially considering in my past I have tried “making it work” with some guys who yes I was impressed by in some ways but not so in others. Just something I need to work on I guess.
Shortly afterwards, she left and the speed dating began. I was sitting next to one of my new acquaintances in the back area. I had the corner of the couch next to me but the guy was supposed to sit in the chair across from me.
Now as for the dates themselves. The first guy was mid-20s in finance and reminded me off that guy from Super Bad, Knocked Up and Funny People – Jonah Hill. We talked about sports, and had a few laughs, so I marked him as a maybe.
The next guy was nice enough, but not entirely memorable. He was another maybe though.
The guy was, though, the one I was dreading. He was the really old guy who was well beyond the age limit and upon my first impression was that he was gayer than a maypole – since I’m writing this draft on my phone, my autocorrect for maypole was manhole, which would have been a humorously amusing replacement – with graying hair reminiscent of Justin Beiber.
I wonder if that was intentional or just his way of hiding bald spots. Either way, its not attractive on anyone under 18 not named Justin Beiber, save that blonde boy from Glee.
Overall, the date wasn’t that bad. I tried my best to be amusing as he rambled on about his dogs, with him he was in love with. Aww cute, save the spittle action going on I’m my direction.
The next guy – 4 – in my line up talked entirely too much about himself. I could hardly get a word in edgewise. I think I had made a joke or mentioned that my office
gave us donuts for VDay and often has lunch, beer, etc around. He responded with a request for an application, harping on the joke for the next 20inutes.
At some point after 4, there was a comedian who did not make me laugh but was a nerdy sort of cute, exactly my type. I later put him on my list for no real reason other than that.
Thinking back now, most of the other guys before the intermission tended to blur together, which I suppose is never a good thing. Overall, from those guys I noticed a tendency to ask the same boring questions – what do you, where are you from, where do you live – which might be good for first dates but are entirely too boring for speed dating.
After one such encounter, I was able to determine one guy – beyond my age group – and I worked in the same field. When I tots him my company, he responded with “Oh, I have never heard of them. My company is the only one who does blah blah. Is it a small one?”
Me: No, we have about 80 some people.
Him: Hmm. Never heard of it. Do you have Amy big clients?
I guess him thought we were a small start-up, but when I told him some of our clients he was not entirely impressed.
To be continued….
Writer Girl In NYC 
Manhattan Youth: Drugs, Sex, and More on Morning Commute
Sitting on a bus this morning, I – and about 30 others –
came across an uncommon sight, Manhattan youth, only to find that they were not really youthful at all. On the 20 minute crosstown bus ride, we were subject to the inane teenage prattle of teenage girls, not about subjects that were typical of my youth or even proper bus conversation. No, it varied from blow jobs, the preferred extreme weightloss methods, drug use & abuse, STDs, prison rapes, gyno appointments, which classmate looks like a prostitute and which one is, how a boy named Liam looks like a little boy when he is naked who also happens to ve uncirmcucized.
A lot if topics in such little time. Listening to them was almost like channel flipping on crack; if the topics were not so deplorable (blowjobs, bulima, drug use), I would have been almost fascinated at their ability to have a conversation, without really having one.
One would say sometime but quickly switch topics before an adequate and appropriate response could be made almost would have believed that it all was some elaborate ploy by the girls, but – no offense – I just don’t think they were that smart. They just had this air of a vapid disinterestness. If they were, however, just messing with the morning bus riders, “Congrats! You had us all fooled.”
It has been a while since I was their age (10 years since I was 14 years old), but that being said, I personally was never like that. Nor were my friends. We talked about the standard topics – classes, tv, other girls, etc – and two of my best friends took on the care-giving roles in their families in some capacity such as caring for a parent, grandparent, or herself because her mom wasn’t around that much, myself included. So, if you think I am being a bit harsh, try to keep in mind this is coming from a girl who generally always had to be an adult in one way or another.
In any case, here are tidbits of their conversation below along with my silent commentary.
Seriously? I don’t know whether to answer that honestly or be sardonic.
It’s like choosing between the fire or a frying pan. There is no good option. Not sure why they were dieting or doing either as they both were thin as sticks.
If you just take painkillers, you could get high. But why you are gracing us with this information on 8:30AM bus, I have no idea.
Let’s just hope there were referring to cold-sores.
At least they had sex ed.
Not going to even touch that one.
True, but why wouldn’t you go? You’d birth control and be free to have underage sex with all the black guys you want.
I have absolutely no idea what that means. Have I gotten that old already?
It’s sad to be a teen and think that. But what annoys me that most it that though, they called themselves both – and they were neither – is that they are the girls who would make fun of those who are.
Maybe she’s saving herself? You are 14 years old and they way you talk, you don’t seem capable to understand the complexities of sex.
Not touching that one either.
I can only hope that they were joking about this one. Please, let them have been joking about it.
Awesome. Street-walking teens.
More about the girls, I have not seen them before, but I do believe they go to an affluent school on the Upper West Side. One where I will never, ever, ever, ever send my future children. I say that because this is at least the second or third set of girls with questionable morals who I have seen/heard who go to that school.
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