Even though I did get a match, if anyone asks what I thought of the whole experience, I will inform them that I would not do it again as the men were there under false pretense, and certainly not with yourself as the Event Coordinator.” Clearly, my well-intended enthusiasm was not well received, despite the fact that this woman actually got a date out of it. Whether you speed date or slow date, you will likely get what you expect.
One wrote me the day prior asking if she could still get a refund, and I explained that because she was confirmed this was not the policy.
“I’ll just show up then,” was her one-sentence, resigned e-mail reply. Speed-dating is one of many ways to meet a new love, but it is not right for everyone.
Example: “Please plan an event that will enable me, a 56-year-old woman, to participate in the speed dating. I just turned 40 and after reading the age group for your event I was offended.” Over 40 myself, I empathized and promised these people—my people—that I would be the one to turn this ship around. Yes, typing it out makes it sound so much worse than it did in my head, but I wanted so much for this event to happen.
I want to be honest and therefore will not crash the event planned for 47-year-olds.” Another woman wrote, “Please tell me what it is wrong with being over 35? I found another “olde taverne” type setting and arranged an event for the 42 to 54 age range. Offering free coupons meant this event would be pro bono for me—it would cost me money, actually. I did not blanket suitable suitors on but instead read every profile in this age range and explored their interests and personalities.
The final event, though, was a two-month disaster in the making, and I blame myself. But I wanted so much for it to happen that I had another of my now-famous bad ideas. All I needed to do was search a reasonable radius for men in my target age range looking for women in that target age range.
My final events played out like the fitful struggles of any star-crossed relationship.
My Halloween-themed “Dating’s Not So Scary Party” at a brewery was well-attended and lively, but the management was soured by the unimpressive amount of beer purchased by participants. I asked friends and colleagues to alert their more distinguished single male friends. This is the point where I should have apologized to My Girls and cancelled the event.