It broke down like this: I had dates with 16 men at 5 minutes each. At the end of the 5 minutes, a bell would ding and the men would move seats. Everyone had a sheet that they filled out after that said "Let's Chat" or "No Way on God's Green Earth." You circled one, and once the night was over, they sent your matches info to you via email.
There were some guys there who were funny and charming, and some guys were not so funny and charming. For example, there was the 5’1” bald guy with crazy red hair on the sides and no eyebrows. When I mentioned that I went to OBU for undergrad, he told me he went to St. Gregory down the road. Okay, cool. He then proceeded to tell me about all the pranks he pulled on OBU, and I now know who to blame the rise in tuition on. What was even more interesting, was the fact that when I mentioned the Ph.D., he told me that he was working towards one too. But only after he finished his associates, then got his masters, and started his own business. Oh, okay. It was like he was trying to one-up me. Why are guys intimidated by that? It’s just a degree.
Like I said, it was fun. I may have killed a guy with my appetizer, but that’s neither here nor there… right? Right? I mean, it’s not my fault that he had an allergic reaction to my fruit & cheese tray. I still feel really badly about that one.
Did I meet the love of my life? Probably not. But, it was fun, I met a few new girlfriends, and I’ve got a couple funny stories out of it.
And just for laughs, here’s my favorite scene in Hitch.