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Speed Dating

Last night, my brother and I went to a speed dating event hosted by Match.com. (Truthfully, I dragged my brother along and even bought his ticket because I didn't want to go by myself.)

Basically, for $25, everyone goes to a nice restaurant (in this case, it was La Strada), has some appetizers, and has four minute "dates" with several people (twenty this time). How it works, for those not familiar with the concept is that two girls are seated at a table for four. Guys rotate to the next station every four minutes. In that four minutes, you talk and get to decide if yes, no, or maybe you'd like to see that person again.

While there was really only one or two guys that I would consider dating, there were a lot of really nice guys and I had a blast. I also met a really nice girl who's new to the area, so hopefully I'll get a new friend out of this.

The funny thing is before it started, I was in the bar getting an apple martini. I noticed this tall, cute guy standing off to the side with his friend. I got my drink and left my brother to pay for it (got to have some use for a little brother, right?) and walked in their direction. The cute guy asked me if I was there for the speed dating. I said I was and asked him the same. He said he and his friend had come up there, but there were no spaces left. I told him in that case, he better take my number since I wasn't going to be able to meet him. He called tonight and we talked for about an hour and a half and have a tentative date set for Friday night. Be kind of funny if I meet someone through the speed dating who wasn't an actual participant.

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Comments

I had no idea La Strada on Westheimer was re-opened! I live in Germany at the moment and I'm on my way back home to Houston! I'm a Montrose baby myself. Nice to see a fellow Houstonian on the web.

.: Mellissa Ybarra said on March 18, 2004 03:55 AM :: link it :.

I wish I had enough guts to go talk to a gut guy. I'm too damn shy.

.: Ash said on March 18, 2004 08:28 AM :: link it :.

LOL oops take out the gut. Don't know where that came from.

.: Ash said on March 18, 2004 08:42 AM :: link it :.

Kim-Ber-Lee is not shy, that's for sure. Witnessed it first hand!

.: irfan said on March 18, 2004 12:18 PM :: link it :.

You're too early! Come back at March 18, 2004 12:02 AM to see this post.

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