I synchronized my watch, smiled mysteriously to myself at my upcoming mission…
On the appropriate night, you drive to a local venue, perhaps a coffee shop, pay the very reasonable fee (much cheaper than popcorn and a movie for two), and then tell the organizer your age range, which might be 20-29, 30-39, or 40 and up.
Each age range is awarded a specific time block in the evening in which to mingle with the opposite sex.
Then when the appointed hour comes, the single women are asked to disperse themselves around the room, one woman per table, and the single gentlemen are then asked to go from table to table when given the go ahead from the organizer.
You have exactly six minutes to talk about anything that pops into your head with that person of the opposite sex.
“Look, Laura, think of it this way,” my bright-eyed, bouncy friend persuaded me several years ago while I was in one of my indecisive, overly analytical moments.
“If it doesn’t work out, you can write an article about it!
” That was all the encouragement I needed to finally take the plunge.
In T minus 168 hours, Agent Bagby, investigative journalist extraordinaire, was about to enter the world of speed dating.
Before the race begins, you are given a sheet of paper and instructed to write your name, phone number, and age category at the top.
Then you write the name of each guy or girl that you meet that night on the numbered lines below.
After the six minute conversation, you are asked to label each name with either “interested,” “not interested,” or “just friends.” At the end of the evening, you are given a chance to finalize your thoughts and turn in the sheet of paper to the organizer, who tallies the results over the next couple of days.