|Speed Dating||June 21, 2005|
Ever heard of speed dating? I have recently become an expert. Let me tell you, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, but I discovered the experience to be a great spiritual tool and a way to really gain insights into the gifts of the Spirit (recently pronounced dead elsewhere in the Bloggernacle!).
It all started two weeks ago…Melanie and Clark took a break from making out on the couch (poor couch. Poor, disgusting, bacteria-laden couch) to suggest, somewhat untactfully, that I needed a boyfriend. Thanks Mel. Clark went on to tell me that some friends of his in the 5th ward had recently tried out some speed dating, and thought it was a lot of fun. Later, he emailed me the number and website for a local speed date group. Normally, I wouldn’t consider dating a nonmember, but I figured a six-minute foray with a Gentile couldn’t hurt, and besides, it did sound kind of fun. Clark and his crowd are a little more adventurous than I usually am, so it took more cajoling from him and Melanie (thankfully, they don’t make out during the cajoling process, so it was a welcome respite –my new word!– from their very, very public displays). Ultimately, I signed up and tried it out last Saturday. Here is my report:
What a totally bizarre experience.
We all went to a lounge on the Upper East Side, which they had set up with lots of loveseats and chairs for tete-a-tetes. My creep-o-meter began to rise (esp. since I was in a bar, for crying out loud…), but I paid it no heed — onward! They sat us down, and a coordinator explained the rules: you sit and talk with a person for six minutes, then on to the next, and repeat 20(!!!) times. You take notes on each, then at the end of the night you re-evaluate and give your rankings in to the coordinator. They correlate the results, then the next day you log on and check match information. You can then email your matches and take the whimsical romance from there.
Needless to say, the night was an exhausting whirlwind. Some very nice guys, and some very HOT guys. This is the most interaction I’ve had with nonmember guys on a social level, and it was all very strange — can I just say to the mormon men, GET A CLUE! Non-mormons know how to romance women, I’ll say that! Wow. Like night and day compared to the dorks at church. Well sure they are trying to get in your pants, but still, it’s nice to be wooed.
This is where I was grateful for the gifts of the spirit, particularly the Gift of Discernment. I found it interesting how in just a few minutes I could really get a feeling as to whether this person was compatible, interesting, etc., but most importantly, I felt like I understood their intentions: did they mean to do me harm? Are they the type of person that will bring me closer to Heavenly Father? Of course, the answer was for the most part “NO!”, but I feel really blessed that with just a couple of minutes of exposure to people I could size them up and make decisions about them that could affect my life.
And, for the curious: no matches. I found a couple of guys I thought were nice, but I am too chicken to seriously date a nonmember.