The film maker of my original speed dating adventures decided to open a shop of his own: Zoom Dating. Since it was the first event and people can be flaky (not even the good-for-you raisin bran kind), he contacted me (and a few other single friends) as guaranteed eye candy with great conversational skills!

Nine dates total. Three minutes each. Let me tell you, three minutes is FAST. That’s enough for ONE person to give you a reader’s digest version of their life. So instead of asking myself: Would I date this boy? Does he make my mouth water? Do I get warm fuzzy feelings like walking through a bakery? I turned it into something more along the lines of: Would I ever want to have a conversation with this person again? Circle YES or NO.

You’re supposed to receive your “matches” through email the next day…
At 10:30 pm, I started wondering:

• 10:30 – hmm…it’s getting late
• 10:45 – maybe he’s sending the emails alphabetically by first name
• 10:50 – OMG, what if I don’t even have any matches?!?
• 10:52 – …that would explain why I haven’t gotten an email!
• 10:55 – I’m losing my hotness.
• 10:58 – The world is ending.
• 10:59 – *ding* You’ve got mail!
• 11:00 – Hallelujah! 100% success rate
• 11:03 – I’m bringin’ sexy back