I’ve been delaying posting an update to my speed dating adventure in the hopes that I’d have something a bit more exciting to report, but at 3 weeks out it appears that the Hurry Date ™ story is pretty much a closed case. Keep in mind that the excitement of the outcome is going to be greatly enhanced by compressing the previous three weeks into one post, so be prepared…

1. A few days after the event, I initiated email contact with Steve and Will. I was (surprise!) mysteriously retro-double-matched with Kevin later that week, and he emailed me as well.
2. A few emails were exchanged, time passed, and no actual dates were set, much to my consternation.
3. Last weekend (nearly 2 weeks after the event), I had two (2!) dates, one with Kevin, and one with a non-Hurry Dater ™ whom I’d be chatting with online. Non-Hurry Dater Matt turns out to be the better of the two dates. End result: Kevin is out, Matt is slated for friendship, and possibly another outing to establish datability.
4. Will tells me he’s dating someone else, and so can’t go out with me, which, as Elizabeth pointed out, is a line he plaigerized from He’s Just Not That Into You. Steve falls off the face of the planet.

In conclusion, Boys Are Dumb, and, despite all it’s promises to the contrary, Hurry Date ™ does little to make them less dumb.

Honestly, I’m conflicted, because while the end results would point to Hurry Date ™ being a waste of time and money, I actually did have fun that night, and talked to strangers, and at least had the possibility of several dates out of one night. There are a lot of variables, including the pool of guys (would Santa Monica be better than WeHo?), the proximity to Valentine’s Day, and, of course, the fact that most of these events brazenly transpired in Curse season[1]. So I may give the speed dating another try at some point, to see if my one experience is typical of the norm.

In other news, I’m now more than half through my month of Barry’s Bootcamp with Erwin. It sometimes kicks my ass, sometimes makes various limbs inoperable, and sometimes makes me want to pass out on a moving treadmill (like today), but it’s become ingrained in my daily routine, and I’m happy for that. I’m definitely using heavier weights and running faster than when I started. It’s fun, in its own way, and definitely the best workout I’ve had since I was training on my bike. What happens at the end of this month hasn’t been decided yet, but, as with the speed dating, the best part may be that I did something new and different that even I wouldn’t have expected me to do.

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[1] The Curse, which affects my life from Halloween through Valentine’s Day, dictates that I’m never dating anyone during this time, and should I attempt to start dating someone, it will implode in the most spectacular way possible not involving bloodshed. Also, just for kicks, I’m allowed to have sex, but sleeping with someone more than twice during the same Curse season edges on dating, and hence disaster.[2]

[2] Yes, contrary to all logic, I’d rather blame my dating mishaps on the Curse than myself or the asshats I try to date. When the time comes that I have a boyfriend during this period, the Curse, of course, will be broken, and we shall both be richly rewarded with lots of good winter sex.