Post speed dating email
I had been in a dating drought for more years than I wished to count.
Now, you have to understand that part of the impetus for my being at that coffeehouse that night wasn’t just my persuasive friend.” I think I mentioned that I had just finished my speed dating session and I couldn’t stay because I wasn’t a 20-something.That is when the lady behind the counter said I could stay and play again free of an additional charge! What hidden dreams and doubts lie beneath the surface of this younger crowd of men? The first guy I talked to was an attractive submariner with the Navy.So I headed out to the coffeehouse in my skinny jeans and brown boots, singing at the top of my lungs to some Shania Twain girl-powered song to bolster my confidence. Enjoy the process and don’t worry about the results. My relaxed outlook meant that the guy would also be more relaxed and free to discuss anything he wished without the threat of being rejected or bulldozed.I got there a bit early, but before long it was time for the 30-somethings to conduct their session. With this new perspective, I opted out of asking the popular questions most people would ask: Have you ever been married? The more I focused on these guys as individuals with their own personal hopes and dreams, the more I sincerely wanted to know their stories.On the appropriate night, you drive to a local venue, perhaps a coffee shop, pay the very reasonable fee (much cheaper than popcorn and a movie for two), and then tell the organizer your age range, which might be 20-29, 30-39, or 40 and up.
Each age range is awarded a specific time block in the evening in which to mingle with the opposite sex.
This guy also told me that he was convinced there was a God because when he was young and drunk, he drove into a house, totaled his car, and walked away without a scratch. One Filipino fellow was considering joining his friend in Ecuador on a mission trip.
He sounded like he might be a Christian, or at least a churchgoer.
And then there was the guy who worked at the Edgar Cayce Institute.
He looked like he wanted to duck under the table when he found out that I worked at CBN!
He mentioned how Cayce had a sick son and after going into a trance and following some higher power, his son got healed. I found myself feeling sorry for this guy because I knew that he was lost. Before our time was up, I also discovered that this guy had talent as a standup comic. I gathered my list together and went to turn it in. I don’t know how I got on the subject of staying for the 20-somethings hour.