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Stretching my social muscles was a good exercise, and it's fun trying to make strangers laugh.Some of the men were veterans of speed dating, and from the sound of it, they had not lost hope.I could still tell he had a great personality to match his Prince Eric looks.
Love is truly a numbers game, and these men knew this.This was only heightened by the fact that most of the men at the event were, as I said, aggressively average -- like, community-college average. Most of the men were hilarious -- unintentionally, that is.One gentleman, for example, interrupted me halfway throughout our introductions and asked with a smile, "Are you a Greek god? I gave him the ol' side eye and sipped out of my beer suspiciously. "I would love to take you back to my apartment to photograph you." Flattered, and with a bit of beer foam dribbling out of my mouth, I politely declined.I tried my best to be my most "top" self (like trying to polish a turd, as they say).I tried to make my chest seem bigger, deepened my voice and swigged my sh***y beer like I was in a square state." Convinced I had misheard him, I asked him to repeat that. I know how that scenario usually ends: a rain coat, an axe and "Hip to Be Square" by Huey Lewis and the News blasting from a stereo.