The bad girls club speed dating
As in, I conveniently forgot their names.)Rewind two weeks: I'm hanging out with some girlfriends and one of them mentions how she saw a groupon-like deal for speed dating.In my head, I said, "Wouldn't it be fun if we all did that?" Obviously, everyone agreed because we all bought them the very next day.
Fast Forward to last night: My girlfriends and I show up to Xino in Santa Monica, dressed up, and ready to make snap judgments about the eligibility of strange men.
We were each assigned a number and given a card with three columns printed on it.
Miss32 is the older sister of one of my best friends.
As her name suggests, she’s thirty-two, attractive, accomplished and independent. As a girl who has spent most of her life on a very regimented conveyor belt – school, gap year, Undergrad degree, Masters, I find it hard not to plan ahead.
Girls’ tickets for the event sell out almost as soon as they go public, and extra tickets are only released if additional boys attend, in order to keep the numbers equal.
On the off chance that more tickets for the event next month became available, I emailed the organiser.
The ladies sit for the duration of the evening, while the lads move from lovely lady to lovely lady every six to seven minutes.
As we don’t use whistles - our hosts gently tap the lads on the shoulder to let them know it is time to move on.
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).
After mingling at the bar for a bit, we all sat down at a long table, where there was an empty chair next to each woman.
So with our mental tick-lists proudly at the ready, Miss32 and I headed to Shoreditch, to see if the more elite Speed Dating event would attract a more exciting mix of guys.