Speed-daters, by contrast, have on any given night around 10 potential matches.
The only preconditions are that they have all paid some money, dressed up a bit, come to a bar in town, and pinned on a name badge.
Together, they are a unique group that tells an overlooked part of the story of how we meet each other in 2014.
* * *Man Number One is blind and arrives a lot earlier than the other daters.
I’m still placing out table numbers when he walks in.
Her friend, Woman Number Six, quickly corroborates.“She is.
I've never met anyone more cougar-y.”“You know that the men are all going to be over 45, right? “We’re trying to reform her.”* * *On Monday nights, I’m a speed-dating host.
I cover two venues in southeast England for one of the largest dating companies in the country.
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.
Then the daters arrive, in ones and twos, slowly filling the bar.