Speed Dating Report!
So I went speeddating last night. I got dressed up, and wore the dress I bought for my first date with Womaniser. I was absolutely shitting self when got there, and had awful repetitive thoughts like, "You must be a saddo loser if you have been reduceed to speeddating by yourself. you have no man and no friends!"
Thoughts were stopped by knocking back a G&T in next-door pub, and I sailed in. I jumped on two women who were at the bar looking equally terrified and told them my calculated lie that my "friend" had meant to come but had "bottled out" at last minute.
We were all standing around at the bar, men and women, and I was very aware of being checked-out by men as if I were an animal in a zoo. Hopefully an exotic snow-leopard, but more likely an orangutan eating own poo.
I snuck out for a cigarette, and a cab pulled up outside and a GORGEOUS man got out and asked me if it was the so-and-so winebar. I stammered that it was and he sailed in. I checked make-up in the taxi window and told the driver I was speed-dating, and he said that thre gorgeous man was too. My driver then very sweetly announced that he would speed-date with me any night of the week, bless him.
The speeddating began and it was great fun! You just sit there and men keep appearing at your table, chatting to you. One, a little tiny guy, became very enamoured with me, asking me if I worked in fashion (!). Later on in the evening, I would have to literally run away from this tiny man because he wouldn't leave me alone.
Just before the interval, Mr Gorgeous sat down at my table saying, "There you are, the Hot girl I met outside." THE HOT GIRL! GIRL! HOT!
I said I was just off for another cigarette so he invited himself along, and we stood outside smoking and chatting to someone else. Back inside for speeddating, the tables were very small so it became impossible to not notice the stench of Mr Gorgeous's bad breath pumping into my face.
Few more dates, a doctor, a songwriter, some randoms... then all over. I didn't stay around for the mingling bollocks.
And that was it! All very good fun. Now I wait for them to open the bit on the website where I tick all the men yes or no, and find out who ticked me.
Home watching TrueBlood in PJs by 11pm.