As a designer, I don't really wear suits. The odds were stacked against me; I needed banter of the purest grade. But what sharp repartee could I deliver in less than three minutes, with no knowledge of the person's tastes, sense of humour or background? Because that's by and large how I approach potential partners; I'll get to know them, discover their weaknesses and then attack!
What's speed dating like? Twentysomethings tell all! Imagine going on 25 dates in just over an hour. Dry mouth? You bet. Lora Grady and. Five minutes can go very quickly if you're having a great conversation or it can feel like an eternity if the conversation is going south from the start. Part of what.
It was nerve-wracking, but also strangely alluring in the concentration of its adrenaline rush. Humour is probably my strongest weapon. The Ahmed gene pool didn't bless me with either a Pitt-like body or a Clooney-style boat race, but it may have dished out a wee bit of Corbett-style comedy.
An alien took over my body: Red striped t-shirt under a soft red long-sleeved shirt, and beige cargo pants. Tom held the timer, and we were each responsible for shuffling men along, because these guys hold on to their favourites. Be sure to dress appropriately for the venue, and to wear an outfit that speaks for your style and personality. Frequently asked questions will be removed.
And if you've ever seen Corbett reclining in his chair and telling a tale, it's at least seven minutes long. And 10 seconds of that has to be: No time to waste - can't even get a good look at the person you're talking to as that will take at least 30 seconds. Rather than waste all that valuable time staring into someone's eyes, whispering sweet nothings, it's better to launch into a short anecdote about travelling to the venue, the trials and tribulations of circumnavigating hordes and buskers.
Or worse, hordes of buskers. Smile a lot and hold eye contact, don't shuffle your feet while looking distractedly at the floor.
Shake hands and then it's goodbye, sailing off to the distant table two feet away and recreating the same ambience. I couldn't even digest whether I'd made a good impression in that timeframe, let alone judge the woman across from me. And yet in between every slot I had to give the woman still two feet away marks out of In my mind, it would be the equivalent of an impromptu Mad Men office party: Thirdly, speed dating is actually a bit like Tinder.
A lot of swipes left, with a golden trump card hidden somewhere beyond the pervy, suggestive and the strange. My co-host for the evening was Tom, a tall, assertive man who has worked with Rob Ryall, founder of Date in a Dash, for three years.
As is speed dating tradition, the ladies are seated, as the gentlemen walk from table to table with about three minutes to find love. The stereotypical characters are all there: Rest assured, the only company in my bed that night was a burger from my local kebab shop.
After greeting the guests, it was on to the big speech. This is the most important part of the evening; you have to be charming, informative, welcoming and assertive.
An alien took over my body: Tom held the timer, and we were each responsible for shuffling men along, because these guys hold on to their favourites.