I’ve developed a habit of reporting on dating culture - the good, the bad, and the ugly of trying to navigate love in your 20s. In truth, I came here hoping for a funny story, something I could joke about with my friends as I recalled the things I do to try to salvage my struggling love life. Or, well, that’s what I was supposed to expect.
I came here tonight with the hopes of meeting my next boyfriend. Five minutes per person can’t be that hard, right? He looks at me expectantly as I clutch my $5 house white wine and take a sip. Now it's 10 seconds into Date One and I fear this was a terrible mistake. I showed up here with big expectations, curious about what speed dating is really like and hopeful I might at least meet someone intriguing. “So, what do you like to do for fun?," my date asks and I immediately panic.