Speed Dating and Sports Quotes

With this Fabulousmiss starting to feel the tug of Spring on her proverbial sleeve, it was time to come out of dating hibernation.

And so, why not add speed dating to the 52firsts list and kill two birds with one stone. Great attitude, right?

Clearly I was apprehensive about the whole thing. After all, I had heard my fair share of horror stories....

But my inner voice kept incessantly lobbing cliche sports quotes at me... You know, the likes of Gretzky's "You miss 100% of the shots you don't take". And : "If you aren't going all the way, why go at all." No wait, not that one Joe Namath, not that one.

(Dating armour on...let's go!)

And so, armed in lace and leather (boots, that is) I stepped out into the cool night air ready to run this thing across the finish line. And being the good sport that she is, Jenna agreed to join me. 

Even though we are both ever the adventurers, it still wasn't without a healthy dose of trepidation that we inched our way towards the back room of the hotel bar. Not before downing a cheap drink or two alongside our fish at the local sushi restaurant. Naturally.

To be honest, the candidate of men was surprisingly...average. That is, we were sort of expecting less than average. But at this age and stage of my life, I'll take average! They may not be the ones that make your heart pound or throw your whole world off course, but they're the ones with staying power...or so I am told anyway... So, batter up!

In a whirlwind of 11, 8minute mini-interviews where you are trying to do every thing BUT interview, it is intense. A dating sprint-marathon. Up side: you only have to psychologically prepare once. You only have to get dressed once. Opportunity cost, or in this case, benefit.... that leaves 10 additional occasions to stay in your pajamas. Ok, there may be something to this....

Many laughs later, I had surprisingly enjoyed myself. I had been charming, funny, smart...or so I thought anyway. Funnily enough, Jenna and I had agreed on the same list of "yes" guys...those we would be willing to meet again...some being a greater stretch than others. But whatever, let's give'em a shot!

Leaving fairly invigorated, if not a bit drained, we thought we'd approach meeting mates the old fashioned way and end the night at a local bar. Just so happened a good friend of mine was playing at a cool little spot in Gastown, and off we went.

(Hello CoCo Jafro!!)

No success there (although by that point, I think we were happy to just stand quietly and sway to the music), we left for the night with the anticipation of tomorrow's results; who said "yes" to us too...!

Well, as it can go, no real luck had. You know what you're up against when even the email breaking the news says "...it's a numbers game." And so it goes.

"Keep swinging. No matter what, keep swinging". Thanks, Hank.