I have found THE solution for the chronic pain love life: speed dating. I resisted it for years and years, because it seemed, well, weird. Not to mention that the women were always younger than the men in the groupings, which just rubbed me the wrong damn way.
But a few weeks ago, when I was looking for an Obama party, I came across this company called Date and Dash (how the hell it was related to Obama on the Internet, lord only knows), which offers speed dating for older women and younger men. By like 10 years difference. Go cougars!
Of course, I signed up lickety-split. And had a blast. Then tonight I went to this Jew speed dating thing and had even more fun. (Jews rule.) I’m hooked.
Here’s the beauty of it all: You get to date, like, 10 or 15 guys in one night, and for the chicks in the crowd, you don’t have to fucking move. The guys just rotate to your table. (Guys, even though you have to change seats, it’s still a lot less pain-inducing effort than going out on a bunch o’ full-fledged dates!)
I see it as some combination of anthropological experiment and re-entry into the social world. After over a decade of chronic pain-induced isolation, you might say I’m a bit rusty.
Okay I gotta split. I’ve got this new early-to-bed, early-to-rise routine going on (yes, midnight is early for me to go to sleep). I’ll try writing about my experience more tomorrow. Stay tuned!
By the way, for those of you who’ve been following my blog for awhile, Table for Six SUCKED. I’m on the verge of suing them for general dumbness. But more on that later.