Sorry. Given the scenario, I had to get that pun in here….
Earlier, I wrote about my experience on this past Fan Expo, which was the first Fan Expo I’ve ever attended. Admittedly, in years prior when I contemplated going, one of the “attractions” that intrigued me was the Speed Dating event, presented by 25dates.com.
Now, for those who haven’t Google researched this, or seen it portrayed in many-a-romantic comedy, speed dating is dating done, well, speedily. You, along with 15 to 20 of those in the same gender, are placed in a room along with 15 to 20 of those from the opposite gender. Everyone will get a sticker with a number (maybe with their name also), and a scorecard with a pen or pencil. In that setting, you spend about 3 minutes talking with someone in hopes that you’ve created some kind of rapport, or, the worst case scenario I’m assuming, find someone physically attractive enough to want to pursue something further. When everybody gets a chance to talk to each other, they mark yes or no towards whoever on their scorecard, hand in their scorecard to the host(s), and within days or mere moments, you will find out if you’ve received a “match”, which meant that two people selected yes towards each other, and are forwarded their contact information. Whatever happens after that happens after that.
I’m not sure what year they started doing this thing, but apparently it’s as popular as candy-coated crack, and the organizers cite “fantastic match rate percentages” (whatever the hell that’s suppose to mean). So given that, and some pre-encouragement I received on Wastebook (i.e. Facebook), admittedly it was a kick to the testicular region when I received an e-mail shortly afterwards, stating that I had zero matches. Now there’s a myriad of factors that could have been in play, and that doesn’t necessarily mean that I wasn’t picked by someone. Looking back, it probably was for the better, but yeah, it kind of sucked at the time.
Which leads me to here: when I read up on prior Fan Expo Speed Dating events to find out what it was about, most, if not all, of the accounts I read were from the ladies’ perspective, and more often than not, it seemed to put the dudes in a rather crappy light. Whether a positive or negative outcome was acquired, I wanted to put out a “field report” from a guy’s perspective, and give other guys an ideal of what to expect, and even though the event was kind of buttcheeks for me, I will attempt to give advice to any dude who will ever contemplate doing this, and with as little vociferation as possible…though I’m sure there’s still potential that I’ll get called a giant d-bag (though I genuinely hope not).