That’s Stella

At 6pm on Saturday night, one of my girl friends called me and said “I’m signing us up for speed dating tonight. It’s in 30 minutes so quickly get changed and catch a cab.” So I am frantically getting ready. Getting ready in an hour is a struggle, let alone 30 minutes.

She had signed us up for this speed dating event here. It was $35 for thirty five 3 minute dates!! The age range was 23-39 for women and 25-42 for men.

Let me just say that I would NEVER do this in Perth. Seriously, that city is so small I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up sitting across from a high school friend or relative. Fine I exaggerate, but if you’ve been living in that city long enough, you know it’s 3 degrees of separation.

Anyway I miraculously get ready and actually beat my girl friends there so I check out the crowd whilst I’m waiting and let me just say, you would be surprised. There were hot guys and girls. And, I was even more surprised to find a few indie boys joining in on the fun! There was a large age range, and clearly some men and women who were clearly not in the age range (we’re talking 50ish year old men trying to get away with being in their early 40’s). The main thing is, there was definite potential.

When my girlfriends arrived, we were admittedly a little excited…. till we were told we were the last to register and they were at maximum capacity!!!!! We had already paid, dolled ourselves up, caught a cab over to freakin midtown, seen some talent and were told we’d have to sit out!! We watched as the speed dating began and we were completely bummed. REJECTION. Ouch. I would’ve rather had done the speed dating just for fun and not have anyone “pick me” than not to have done it at all. The organizer tried to be apologetic, but she was dealing with three assertive and unhappy ad chicks who explained the concept of opportunity costs and what it took for us to come out of our comfort zone to go in the first place, so they gave us free drinks, but can you imagine how depressing it was?

Three girls standing at the bar with their crappy “special” Blue Lagoon cocktails watching what they had missed out on. We all agreed to skull the drinks and get out of there quick smart.

We all walked to our girlfriends place in the West Village feeling completely rejected and pissed off and sad and angry and a bit depressed. HAHA! We all had our turns screaming and letting out our rage when we hit a quiet street. It was our own therapy. I can’t even explain to you how bummed out we were.

So… you know what we did instead??

First, we stopped off at an expensive shoe store and bought a pair of boots each. Then, we went back to our girl friends apartment, smoked and got really high, downed shots of vodka and ended up at nautical bar till 4am.

Awesome.