When everyone was ready, the buzzer sounded and the speed dating began.
The first girl I sat down with was 21, much too young for me. The third woman was really ugly and I caught a very bad smell from the fourth.
When I reached the bar, I walked in, trying to project an air of confidence. The women all sat around at separate tables, while the men moved from table to table, spending three minutes talking to each woman.
I was shocked when I saw how many other people had shown up. When the buzzer sounded, it meant your three minutes were up and it was time to move on.
Hello my creepy watchers Id like to spin my eye across another story so sit down turn the lights off and prepare to be scared.
But it necessarily mean business; otherwise you’ll be able to see her.
I assured her it was only a matter of time, but I knew that was a lie. All of my friends were already married and some of them even had kids. I dressed in my best shirt and pants, splashed some aftershave on my neck and left the house.
I was instantly discouraged when I saw all the other competing males and their Armani suits, high class whiskey in hand, and auras reeking of nothing but pure self esteem and conceit.
The ladies there were dressed in fine dresses, some of them quite low cut, and smelled like a flower garden designed by Martha Stuart herself.
I began to give up hope of ever finding a perfect match.
The eighth lady was very fat and sweat was rolling down her face.