You guys aren’t gonna believe what I did last week… I went for a round of speed-dating! So the deal is the ladies stay seated while the guys come around every 4 minutes. Get to know them, jot down their number, and awkwardly make comments about them when you hear the whistle blow. Here’s a rundown on some of the guys:
Omar #33: Asked me to name 2 things I wouldn’t tell the other guys. Expecting something sexual, much? He was so used-car salesman I probably should have told him something absurd like “I cut up my underwear when I get angry.”
Chris # 41: Worked at Club Monaco. Came in Club Monaco clothing. We talked about Club Monaco. During the break he sat at the barstool by himself.
Mankeet # 34: The Indian guy who has an Indian accent at Deutsche Bank. Sounded like he was there to ask for your hand in marriage. Um… no thanks, and please don’t come again.
Andrew # 39: First thing he said: “The weather is good.” This was a conversation 4 minutes too long.
JC # 42: Last thing he said: “I hope you choose me too.”
(* You can see Club Monaco guy on barstool in the 3rd pic!)
It was entertaining, to say the least. After about four conversations, I was a financial banker of Korean descent who got offended when they asked me whether I could speak Korean. I recommend it if you are bored hell out of your mind and need easy entertainment.
Yet, my night was only beginning. I walked up to a different group of people and introduced myself, thinking they were in the other speed-dating circle. Turns out they were having drinks for their friends’ Bon-Voyage-for-Global-Travels party and they kidnapped me for a round of late nite sushi. Cheers to New York randomness!