The Tunnel

Two Weeks Left. Date 1: Security Guard. That’s right, Security Guard again. He had apologized for being so over the top a couple of months ago (this was the guy that was calling me every night), and then couple of weeks ago asked me out again. I was pretty surprised, but figured, why not. I had fun, and enjoyed talking to him, so I’ll go out with him again. But I’m a bit gun-shy after last time!

Two Weeks Left. Dates 2-13: Speed Dating. Wow! This is a quick way to meet lots of people. You grab a glass of wine, get a nametag and a note sheet, and then start talking. Six minutes per person, with about a minute or two in between conversations to note the person's name and your impression. The note sheets are critical - I find even now as I look over my notes, I can't remember who's who. Unfortunately, unlike online dating, you can't choose who you get to meet. Which explains why I only was intersted in one out of the 11 guys. But for some crazy reason, I added two back to my "let's talk again" list because I knew they liked me.

Which is a complete mistake - one of them (the auto glass salesman) was actually singing about bells as he walked away. But most of the guys were alright - some were a little tense - like the guy who carried around a list of questions and rapid-fired them at me one after another.

So it turns out that 4 out of 11 guys are interested. After some conversations with friends, I've decided to email them and ask if they voted for George Bush. If they didn't, I'll go out on a date. If they did vote for him, or they didn't vote, they're OUT.