That’s Stella

Remember this rejection?

Whilst we obviously did not get off on the right foot with the organizers, turns out they are really great folks and gave us a refund plus asked us to attend an event of our choice for free.

So a few weeks later, my girlfriends and I actually joined in on our first speed dating event. But it wasn’t anything to write home about. It was like Groundhog Day…. Twenty two different “dates” but the same conversation over and over. “What do you do? Is that an English accent I hear? How long have you been here? Where abouts in the city are you? Nice to meet you.” Sure 3 minutes is tough to have a deep and meaningful conversation, but three minutes was also enough time to inflict pain. There was only one guy I thought was OK - he was an indie boy, but actually had a job and worked in media. We hung out after, but there was no sizzle. My girlfriends and I were a bit bummed and actually left the place with a GIRL’s number! (She was this cool chick who also worked in advertising). Gah.

So the deal is, when you leave the event, you go online and make your choices. If you picked Tom, and Tom picked you, it’s a match and you get each other’s emails. If you picked Tom, and Tom was NOT into you, Tom does not know you picked him. It’s a good system.

I picked the indie boy. Only the indie boy. I know I should’ve increased my chances of love and all that jazz by picking more people, but it was not worth it. I mean, I swear I am not that desperate.

Indie boy did NOT pick me - I know this, because after three days, my status on my dating page was “YOU DID NOT MATCH AT THIS EVENT”. It felt like a big fat rejection and fuck you from all 22 guys.

Even though my girlfriend and I swore we wouldn’t do it again, a few of our other girlfriends convinced us to go (plus it was a free event, so no moula was forked out). We had a group of 6 girls, and admittedly it was SO MUCH FUN. Having so many girlfriends around made me relax and adopt a “Don’t give a shit” attitude. Whilst a lot of the guys still asked lame questions like “What do you do?”, I tried to avoid Groundhog Day, and asked random questions like “If you could only hear one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?” or “In your opinion, what is the best Tom Cruise film?”. The cool guys shot back with some killer questions, but the guys that tended to ask about the standard things struggled in their seat and looked like they were going to shit in their pants. aCK..

So my last date was this cool guy- good looking, Orlando Bloom-ish looks, smart, thrill seeker and had lots of energy. I ended up picking him and this guy who put his hand on my leg and looked like John Legend. I was stoked when I got an email notifying me that the thrill seeker picked me! Whoopeee!

I don’t actually expect to hear from him because he is hot and I am not, and I am naturally (in my head) a massive pessimist, but I’ll keep you updated either way!