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There is something inherently exciting and terrifying about putting yourself out there like this.
When the evening began our host rang the bell for the first time signaling the event had started and he told all of us, “Congratulations, the hardest part was walking through that door tonight.” He was right.
So, to be perfectly honest, I don't think I met my soul mate at speed-dating (I can feel the disappointment in all of your eyes), but I did come out of it with new friends and a renewed appreciation for people with superb conversational skills. In case you are interested in trying out this lark, here's the link: great that you are curious about trying speed dating.
We were each assigned a number and given a card with three columns printed on it.
In column 1, you wrote the number of the guy you're dating, in column 2 his name, and in column 3, what you ranked him on scale from "Maybe, let's have one more drink" to "Never in a million years" (no joke, it said that on the scale).
I know it sounds silly, but I think Young MC has a point. First piece of advice: there is no way you are going to meet someone unless you put yourself out there. I’ve seen it, and more importantly, I am in a place where I know I deserve it.
At the heart of all the booty shaking and rhyme making is a true message to get your single butt out there and “bust a move.” The last time I actually dated was when My Space was still cool. So, after sifting through a pile of fears and apprehensions about my singledom, I found one question at the root of everything: Where do you meet someone? So this story is for all you single ladies and gents out there. These questions all flooded my mind, and I knew the time had come.
Also, this story involves complete strangers, and therefore, is unlikely to come back to haunt me.