So, I go to a speed dating thing on Wednesday night. I had an awesome time. I said yes to seven of the ten guys I met. There was no snark to be had. I felt really good about myself. My hair was stylin', my dress was rockin', and dammit I looked good. I didn't even say anything embarassing! Go, Me!
I got my results last night. Guess how many guys said yes to me...I'll wait while you make a scientific guess based on the criteria above...
One.
And, while he was nice, and I would meet him for coffee, there were men there that I actually full on clicked with. My first response was: What. The. Fuck?!
And then I realized that they must all be on some kind of mind altering substance to not want to see me again...i.e., dudes were high. Or stupid. Maybe both. Yeah, I think I'm going to check the "both" box on this one...
However, I met Cat who is a defense lawyer and we cracked each other up. We stayed after and grabbed dinner, and she is 38 and my new bestest friend. SHE even said that I was totally cute. Take that stupid boys...Nyah!