After
a lovely and romantic Valentine’s Day dinner, we still had some time before
catching the train back home from Union Station. Slightly giddy from wine, we
ducked into a hip restaurant, squeezed in between a group of men to grab two
seats at the bar and ordered.
“What’s
the deal with the nametags on all those guys?” My husband asked nodding his
head towards the group.
“Well
there’s only one way to find out.” I answered.
I
leaned around him.
“Happy
Valentine’s Day. Why are you wearing nametags?’
“We’re
here for an event.” Said one man rather abruptly quickly leaving the bar. Drinks
in hand, the rest of the group followed.
"Did I offend him somehow?"
"I don't think so?"
"Did I offend him somehow?"
"I don't think so?"
Glancing around, we saw several people with their name and a number pasted to
their chests. I’m much too curious sometimes for my own good. I had to
know so I waved over the bartender.
“What’s
with all with nametags?”
“They’re
holding a speed dating event tonight in the bar. Every four minutes they rotate
partners for the next hour.”
“Oh!
So that’s why that guy was wonky. He was nervous. This should be interesting to
watch!”
And
every four minutes when the whistle blew, our heads would snap around to see
the new rotation. Everyone seemed engaged in lively conversation. Smiling. They
looked pretty good at it actually. The mismatches were a riot.
As
spectators, we decided to play a few rounds of speed dating ourselves making up
all kinds of wacky questions and answers.
“If
you actually said that, I would never give you my number!”
“Well
you’re not as funny as you think you are!”
We
weren’t serious at all. It was really fun.
On
the way home, we caught the milk run; a train that stops at every station. We
didn’t care at all. We decided to play a game we hadn’t in a long time called
“If I were hit by a meteor, would you…”
Date? Who? What? Where? When? How? Anyone I know? Would you marry again? How
would your life be different without me (assuming the other was gone solely due
to natural disaster always using a meteor)? Etc., etc., etc.
The
next morning, the phone rang oddly early. My husband doesn’t often call before
7:00 unless it's something important.
“Have
you been on the internet yet?”
“No.
Why?”
“Go
look. You’ll know what I’m talking about.”
What began as a fun and silly game one evening turned sad the following morning. Our game
can’t be called “If I were hit by a meteor...” anymore.
Our
world is one crazy, crazy place.
22 comments:
Speed dating intrigues me. I kind of wish it was a thing before I met my husband, just so I could give it a try. Freaky about the meteor.
What happened with the meteor?
Too funny...I don't think I would speed date in the past!
I would love to be a speed dating spectator. I don't think I would like to participate, that freaks me out, but it would be so fascinating to see other people in action.
How weird about that meteor striking. So sad.
Glad you two had a lovely night, otherwise, though!
I'm sorry you have to change the name of your game, but it sounds like a really great date night.
A meteor exploded over Russia and injured approximately 1,000 people.
It was a BLAST!!! I don't believe I would have done it either.
When we found out just what it was, we both looked at each other like "SCORE!" They looked like they were having fun but I can attest to the fact that the men I saw just before it began were extremely nervous.
It was really sad because we were joking about it hours before. It was an act of God and the likelihood it would happen to one of us is improbable. Or so we'd like to think.
Oh, we probably won't because it is highly unusual that it would happen to us. It was just plain weird!!! It was a very, very, very fun date night.
Observing speed dating while hanging out with your love sounds soooooo entertaining! I totally enjoyed this post (and I also would not have been able to rest until I found out what the nametags were about).
It looked really fun. Everyone was smiling, meeting people... I'm not sure I'd want to do it but it was great as a spectator ;-)
Totally freaky about the meteor like we shouldn't have been saying that...
Wasn't the meteor thing freaky? But your game was supposing some colossal world-ending meteor. Okay. I'm not going to even chance joking about that. Sounds like a fun Valentine's date.
The people watching sounds fabulous--but to be an actual speed-dater on V-day sounds like the 5th ring of hell, but hey one man's treasure...it sounds like it was a lot of fun even if there was a slightly freaky element at the very end :)
xo Mary Jo
Be careful what you say, the BIG meteor is sill coming...
You didn't say anything about women at this speed dating... I'll bet your speed date was fun... sometimes the best fun is the silliest and can provide lots of love.
You and I seem to have some sort of power to talk about things and then have them happen. I just wrote this week about how I talked a fire into happening in my school. Crazy... I guess we really should be careful what we say!
Speed dating seems weird though it sounds fun to be a spectator. Did you see any negative vibes or was everyone on his/her best behavior? And...what was the special gift?
It was like watching a reality TV show! I become slightly obsessed when I'm curious.
At least a meteor hitting the person asking the question but not the other one! It was a blast. Love going into the city.
I LOVE to people watch! They seemed like they were having fun. I suppose if you didn't have a date and didn't feel like staying at home, an event like this for an hour could be fun.
It was freaky the next morning. We couldn't believe we were kidding about it then it happened.
I KNOW!!! I will be careful.
It was so silly. We asked each other crazy questions and made up every answer.
I knew we had things in common and maybe foreshadowing freaky events is one of them. I have to go and read that now.
It's a great spectating event! Glad it wasn't me but maybe if my significant other got hit by a meteor, I'd try it (we actually talked about that and both said we wouldn't do it). Everyone was on their best behavior, smiling and chatty. It was only for an hour. I have no idea what happened after the last whistle blew!
A beautiful David Yurman bracelet I mentioned I thought was pretty a long time ago.
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