Speed-dating has become ironic; it’s actually one of the slowest forms of dating around.
I spend half an hour setting up the room, putting café numbers on the tables, and writing out name badges.
It was designed for women in their 20s and 30s to find not love, but friendship.
For two hours, scores of women paraded in front of me like a Golden Corral buffet. But the truth is there are two events looming in the distance that are going to happen whether I like it or not.
A few minutes later, we have to gaze at the person standing opposite for over a minute. The room explodes into noise as couples begin laughing again, relaxing after the intensity of the eye-gazing game.
It’s a line I repeated to myself, a line I almost blurted out loud, at a “friend speed dating” event I attended in Washington, DC, earlier this year.
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.