I will also say that Speed Dating Alex is quite the snappy dresser. I wore my new glasses, a fun sweater, a Liz Lemon blazer, skinny jeans, and riding boots. Sometimes I'm quite pleasantly surprised with my ability to put outfits together, even though this is something I can do only 50% of the time.*
The real question of the evening was this: can Speed Dating Alex flirt? Or at least be somewhat pleasant for sixty seconds?
It turned out to be okay! There was supposed to be a minute with each guy, but because of some men's inability to actually move when the timer went off, sometimes it was much shorter.** Let me tell you, though, all that talking nonstop in a room where 160 other people are talking nonstop is not easy. It's actually quite exhausting, and I give myself points for being quite the trooper through it all.
Here are some of the highlights of the interesting interactions I had:
- One guy from my ward spent most of the minute talking about how embarrassed he was that our outfits were accidentally color- and pattern-coordinated.
- Another guy told me, "you don't seem like you would have a hard time attracting men." Neither does the praying mantis...it's a retention issue.
- One guy who carried with him a distinct Vibe, upon hearing that I studied anatomy, told me, "maybe I can help you with your homework sometime." Now, I don't know if he meant that in the creepiest possible way, but that's how I heard it.
|I wanted to Purell my entire brain.|
- We didn't have tables in between us, like you would expect in speed dating; we were just sitting across from each other. This one boy was getting quite friendly with my unprotected kneecaps (I was such a good sport during this thing, you guys). I then learned he had just graduated high school, and not in the "I'm 30 and I just got my GED way," but in the "I was born in the mid-1990's" way. I quickly retracted my kneecaps.
- Getting hoarse and tired, I tried to reason with one of my permanently platonic friends that, since it was a universal truth that we would never date each other, we should just sit in comfortable silence. He proceeded to make conversation for the full minute. I wanted to smack him.
- I knew about 75% of the men there, but of course I didn't get to talk to the one stranger I actually found to be quite cute until near the end when I was so exhausted that I didn't know who I was anymore. He asked me where I was from, to which I replied, "I'm from here originally...no I'm not...that's not true at all." To that bespectacled redhead from California getting a PhD in chemistry from Yale, I say, "if you're reading this, I promise I'm actually an intelligent human being when I'm not forcing myself to be acutely charming for over an hour, so look me up!"
In short, the activity was a lot of fun, and I give mad props to the committees that put it together. I even found out yesterday that, despite the dearth of people who submitted the numbers of people they liked after the event, I "matched" with three people! Granted, they're all guys I already know, and I'm pretty sure at least one of them was a courtesy match, but still!
*The other 50% of the time I wear old jeans and whichever turtleneck is at the top of the stack in my dresser and cover it all with a purple winter coat that makes me look like the Grimace.
**I will say that the odds weren't always in my favor, in that I got stiffed for time with those I favored, but I got the full minute (if not more) with the "odds."