Against my initial instincts, I went
and did another speed-dating event. It was much, much better. This
does not mean I had sex, even quickly.
I admit it... they offered me a discount,
and I went. I might have mentioned that speed-dating thing I went
to in Frederick, Maryland a couple of weeks ago. That was a truly
dreadful evening, but when I got an email saying there was an event coming
up in Bethesda, much closer to DC and much more urbane, I went. The
50%-off code didn't hurt.
Now, at the last one, there were maybe
seven or eight women, and while the event had been advertised as "single
professionals 36-49," the majority of women were at the high end of
that range, one was technically not even "single" (sorry, but
"separated" is still "married" in most states... ask
your lawyer), and the definition of "professional" in Frederick
appears to have been stretched so that women who dispatch trucks for the
local natural gas company and clerks who push paper at State Farm can be
After heading over and exchanging the
sick iBook for a new one just like it (only not sick), I drove down to
Bethesda and found the place. I checked it out a bit before going
in... it was sort of an open-air Mediterranean-themed cantina sort of thing.
Their website said they specialized in martinis. I was about
half an hour early, and went in and ordered what turned out to be the smallest
martini I've had since Lotusphere, a truly adorable miniature that of course
cost as much as a "real" martini. I looked around, and
saw a scattering of people who just had that waiting-for-something-to-happen
look. Several attractive women, some guys, no clear pattern. I
sat outside on the patio where I could check out the desk where the event
coordinator was setting up, and more importantly, check out the other participants.
Let's see... obligatory short guy
in a badly-cut suit... check. Big barrel-shaped guy in a badly-cut
suit... check. Two foreign-looking guys who seemed
out of place... check. Tall, awkward-looking bald guy I
remember seeing at the last event... check.
And then, some women.
When a woman who looked interesting
came into the bar, and looked like she might be moving toward the check-in
table, I found myself muttering, please, please... YES!
This happened several times. Dark-haired
woman in heels and a purple dress. Two blonde women who looked like
they just came from work, one with really cute hair. Tall, energetic-looking
woman with a bit too much of a tan to have come from DC in April. Several
other interesting-looking types.
I went in and got my sticker and we
went through the thing. I was in overload. I felt like I'd
just found the Lost Island Of Smart Single Women My Age Who Do Not Drool
Or Have Hairy Arms. There were a total of eleven women, and while
a couple of them didn't particularly appeal to me, I could see where
other guys might find them interesting. All but one or two were quite
good conversation, and a plurality were Federal employees or contractors,
as well as being single with no children. Several had multiple cats.
At the end of the night, I checked off
at least half a dozen that I'd love to talk to again, and I probably could
have checked off two or three more without feeling like I was stretching.
Sometime tonight I'm supposed to get a rundown of who (if any) of
the women showed some interest in meeting me again. We'll see how
that turns out, but the evening was definitely worth doing. I should
probably hold off before doing another such event, just to let the well
recharge a little. I hate to think this is the only supply of such
women around DC, but I'm being cautious anyway.