Re the
press coverage below it should be remembered that it was our
very 1st event.
On todays Irish Examiner we got press coverage for our first
event. On the top of the front page it states:
Mating game Colette Sheridan speeds ahead to find a date. Features:
page 19.
Speed Wobble. With
just six minutes to spark some kind of attraction, Colette
Sheridan clocks into the mating game.
I took the plunge and went speed-dating this week, curious
about the type of singleton who is willing to admit they can't
find a partner in standard social situations.
What first struck me was the number of men who had travelled
all over Munster to try and get a date. Is there really nothing
going on in Kerry or Tipperary that these guys had to travel
50 or 60 miles in an effort to hook up with a woman?
The organiser said that the event was geared towards
people between 25-40, so I had to take a few years off my
age to be admitted. But the reassuring thing was that there
were lots of people there over 35.
All 15 of us women had to sit at individual tables,
each one allocated with a number. The 15 men had to circulate
and chat to each woman for six minutes, after which a bell
rang.
Six minutes is not a lot of time in which to try and
form an impression about somebody and, crucially, decide whether
you were going to put a tick next to his name , therby signalling
that you'd like to meet him again.
However, it suited me. I'm prone to sizing people up
very quickly. I dismissed out of hand one guy who was wearing
cowboy boots. A bit too country 'n' western for my taste and
besides he was a little bitter about women, having broken
up with his wife some years previously.
Then there was the guy who looked a little like Bill
Clinton- minus the charisma. He turned out to be an old hand
at singles' events and had recently been to a singles weekend
up the country. "If you're not in, you can't win,"
he said, grinning. I mentally wrote him off. Anyone who talks
in inane platitudes is seriously lacking in conversation skills.
I met several farmers and had bizarre conversations
about dry stock. I even found myself doing the cute hoor thing
and asking one guy how many acres he had! The farmers were
eminently practical. They were there to get a woman. She didn't
have to be beautiful, witty or enchanting. She just had to
be willing. A case of 'brace yourself Bridgid!' Thinking it
must get lonely down there on the farm for these poor guys,
I tried to envisage a future that involved going to Macra
dances and helping to bring in the hay. But I really couldn't
go there.
Apart from sons of the soil, I spoke to several men who
were fed up with the pub scene. They simply couldn't meet
women in pubs. Try chatting up a woman in a pub and chances
are she'll report you to the Equality Authority for harassment,
one guy said to me. Yes, it's a mine-field out there. Which
is why speed-dating , the personal ads and internet chat rooms
are increasingly the way to go if you're looking for a relationship.
With just six minutes to go, I hadn't ticked off a single
guy on my card, despite having paid €30 for the privilege
of discussing acreage and the like with available men.
But , then, this rather good-looking, non-national man
sat down at my table and I perked up. I knew he was younger
than me and asked him his age. He was 35. When you have only
six minutes, there really is no time for preambles. I asked
him what he did. He said he worked in a hospital. After a
bit of probing I established he was a doctor and the snob
in me became more interested.
He then paid me a compliment - but not the kind I wanted
to hear. "Why are you here? You obviously have a high
IQ. Surely you can see that men are just simple creatures"
he said. I was totally disarmed. This guy had sussed out the
whole men/women scenario and he was right. Men ARE simple
creatures with basic needs. But then women have their needs
too, even if we're not simple! In any case I put a tick beside
the good doctor's name and went off into the night.
The idea is that the organiser rings you the next day
with the results. You may want a date with someone but unless
they, too, have put a tick after you're number, making it
a situation of mutual desire, you can forget it. I was told
two guys had been interested in seeing me - but then the doctor
wasn't one of them.
Would I pay €30 again to go speed-dating? I don't
think so. Fifteen men and not a single date. But at least
you leave with you're dignity. Now is there any way I can
engineer a situation to bump into the good doctor? (
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