The Search for Mr. Right

Part of me had no intention of blogging about my speed dating experience so I could avoid having to relive every horrible detail, but another part of me didn't want to forget ever horrible detail either. My friend Kate (from work) and I decided back in December that we would give the speed dating thing a try since we weren't having much luck in the men department through traditional means. We figured, why not? What's the worst that could happen. We don't meet a single guy but at least have a great story to tell, and taste some great wines in the process. Well, the worst happened and now I got a great story to tell!

Rather than attending a traditional speed dating session, we went for a more relaxed version, a wine social. The event was set up with numerous tables with seats for 4-6 people. There were anywhere from 2-3 girls at a table who stayed put and a group of guys rotated from table to table and would bring a new glass of wine with them each time. Their was definitely no pressure with such a large group, which was nice and the wine was a great conversation starter if you found yourself lacking a topic to discuss. Now as I said before, Kate and I were expecting to taste some great new Australian wines based on what the website had marketed. Their definition of great Australian wine turned out to be Yellowtail! The brand I paid $3.99 for back home at Trader Joe's. Classic. Strike one!

Now the men... I'll start with something positive.. out of the entire bunch there did end up being two Americans that I meet who turned out to be normal and could end up being a fun group of guys to hang out with. Too bad the same can not be said for the rest of the bunch. In the span of three hours I meet the following guys: Michael Bolton (circa 1980), Michael Bolton's twin who preferred a straightening iron, my very own Austin Powers, and a mute from Australia. How could a girl resist with such appealing options? One of my favorite lines of the night was from Austin Powers, "I'm a ladies man baby, I can't help but be a male slut." I swear those were his exact words. I'm not exaggerating. I kept thinking this guy could not be for real. There must be a hidden camera somewhere. It took everything I had to not laugh and spit out my yellowtail directly into his face. Instead I responded with "so, what do you do for a living?" Strike two!

The way the whole evening was set up was if any of the men struck your fancy you were supposed to write their names on a card and vice versa. The cards were then turned in at the end of the night. On the following Monday, we got an email with a reminder of the guys you had written down and the guys who had your written your names down. So the goal here is to have the two lists match up. I had actually ended putting down two guys who weren't that bad and I was open to getting to know. I was really attempting to be open minded. Guess who was interested in me?? Michael Bolton one and two, Austin Powers, and the Australian mute. I'm not that open minded. Strike three!

I wish I had taken photos of the evening because my post does not even begin do this evening justice unless you were their in person and could see these guys.

The search for Mr. Right continues.....