I spend half an hour setting up the room, putting café numbers on the tables, and writing out name badges.Then the daters arrive, in ones and twos, slowly filling the bar.They stand for the next 15 minutes nervously twiddling straws and re-tucking shirts. Since the advent of Tinder, Grindr, Tingle, and numerous other dating apps, the attention span of the dating world has shrunk.At a conference in Los Angeles earlier this year, Tinder CEO Sean Rad told press that the app now matches 10 million people every day. Her friend, Woman Number Six, quickly corroborates.“She is.I've never met anyone more cougar-y.”“You know that the men are all going to be over 45, right? “We’re trying to reform her.”* * *On Monday nights, I’m a speed-dating host.
Currently offers their dating application on his cell phone around the house visits are by appointment only and wait time. Today I am, because I make the rules and I can change them if I want to. Uh, because I went speed dating this week, and chances are, you're probably curious about what that is/whether it was fun and if you should try it, and I've got your back. (Note: I've taken measures to protect the some of the innocent, stupid, and/or ridiculous people I met last night. Also, this story involves complete strangers, and therefore, is unlikely to come back to haunt me.In column 1, you wrote the number of the guy you're dating, in column 2 his name, and in column 3, what you ranked him on scale from "Maybe, let's have one more drink" to "Never in a million years" (no joke, it said that on the scale).After mingling at the bar for a bit, we all sat down at a long table, where there was an empty chair next to each woman.