Ny minute dating events
Nor do I have any desire to run amok in New York City, picking up every weirdo who crosses my path.
I happen belong to the dying breed of people who Marina considers “prehistoric” but I like to refer to as “old school”: people who enjoy one-on-one communication, don’t understand Snapchat, struggle with the concept of dating apps, and actually value face time – and not of the i Phone variety.
I couldn’t understand much else of what he was saying through his thick accent, but he smiled a lot and I slowly felt myself start to relax.
Promptly five minutes later, a bell rang and Mark was gone.
The hostess, a lovely young woman responsible for coordinating the event, informed us that we were in luck, as there happened to be more men than women there that night, further raising our stakes at finding love!
We were each handled a sheet of paper and a No 2 pencil and instructed to write down the names of all the men we were about to meet, then circle the ones that captured our interest.
Every man who sat down in front of me asked me the same questions – What did I do? And, most importantly, had I ever done this before?
I promised her not to judge, as long as she agreed to report back with a story. Let me preface this literary masterpiece by stating the following: I am not Marina.
I have neither the emotional, nor the mental, capacity, to Tinder (or Raya, or whatever else she’s into at the moment) ten guys simultaneously.
One tequila soda-later, my coworker and I, along with eleven other women, were ushered to our individual tables on the second floor.
We were to remain there throughout the duration of the night, leaving the men to do the grunt work of shuffling between tables.Fast-forward 5 awkward minutes, and Anastasius, the cute guy who had served as the sole reason for me staying at the event, sat down in front of me.