Hank glanced around the room, with its overabundance of faded Chinoserie, and groaned. No one found love and lasting happiness in a shabby faux Chinese restaurant.
“Troy, why did I let you talk me into this?”
“You need to meet women,” he gestured at the crowd of meandering singles, “real offline (retronym) women, and you refuse to talk to anyone when we go to the bars.”
“But, speed dating?”
Troy clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t knock it until you try it, Hank. You never know. You might meet the woman of your dreams tonight.”
As if summoned by Troy’s words, a pretty dark haired woman in a lavender dress slipped through the crowd and made her way towards a table covered with name tags. She moved with an understated confidence that made her instantly alluring and mysterious. Hank longed to talk to her, but knew he would never approach a woman like that. He mentally kicked himself for his shyness and then thrill whipped up his spine. He would talk to her tonight. The bell would ring and he would sit down at a table with her for five minutes she’d be all his. Maybe this speed dating thing had its virtues.
“Or maybe I’ll meet the woman of my dreams,” Troy muttered, hoicking him towards the name tag table eyes on the woman in the lavender dress.
Hank’s heart sunk as he followed after him. When given the choice, women usually preferred laid-back outdoorsy Troy and tonight would be a zero-sum game. Any woman that chose Troy would be one less woman who might go out with him.
Troy sidled up next to the woman in the lavender dress. Hank fell in beside him and took his time filling in his name tag, trying to not watch Troy flirt with the woman in the lavender dress.
Troy slapped on his name tag and held out his hand to her. “Hi, I’m Troy.”
The woman in the lavender dress smoothed her name tag on and shook his hand. “Sadie.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sadie,” he gave her a toothy grin. “And I must say that I’m looking forward to our date later.”
Sadie chuckled. “Likewise.” She stepped away from the table. “I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
Troy waited until she was out of earshot and then turned to Hank. “I am so getting her number.”
“Sure you will,” Hank agreed, forcing a smile. “Just remember to leave a few bachelorettes for me.”
As Troy opened his mouth to reply, the bell rang and two women holding clipboards called out a ‘Hello and Welcome’ silencing the room. They introduced themselves and explained out the next hour or so would commence. Hank listened with disinterest – the evening already felt like a lost cause. Just like with Sadie, he would go around talking to these women tonight knowing deep down that they would rather go home with a guy like Troy. At least, he wouldn’t have to see Troy leave with one of them on his arm. That was one good thing about speed dating.
The women with the clipboards rang the bell and everyone took their first position. Hank glanced around the room as he sat down and his heart sank when he realized Sadie would be the twelfth and final woman he talked to.
Putting the woman in the lavender dress out of his mind, he smiled at the blond woman across from him and held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Hank.”
Much to his surprise the speed dates weren’t so bad. He and his date would talk about what did they do for a living, where they grew up, what kind of music/movies/book they liked. And before it could become awkward and silent the bell would ring, he’d move on to the next woman, and have the same conversation all over again. The hour flew by and before he was ready for it, Hank was sitting down across from the woman in the lavender dress.
She smiled at him and held out her hand. “You must be Hank.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “How did -” he began and stopped when he remembered his name tag. He laughed. “And you must be Sadie.”
She shrugged. “Unless the name tag is a lie. So, Hank, how’s your evening going? Enjoying the speed dating?”
Her straightforwardness made Hank feel oddly at ease. “It’s weird,” he admitted. “I’ve had almost identical conversations with eleven strangers, but at least everyone seems nice.”
“They do,” Sadie agreed, “but, everyone dissembles at these things, puts their sexiest foot forward and all that. It’s a nice way to meet people, but you don’t really get to know anyone.”
“I guess that’s what second, third, and fourth dates are for,” he said, surprised at his own boldness. “If you don’t like speed dating, why did you sign up?”
Sadie rolled her eyes. “My friends signed me up. They said I needed to put myself out there or risk dying alone with my Netflix account.”
“Aren’t friends grand?” Hank joked with a shake of his head. “My friend drug me here because he said he was sick of watching me stand at the bar by myself and not talk to anyone.”
“I think I met him earlier. Troy? Nice guy,” she leaned forward and lowered her voice, “but between you and me, he’s not my type.”
Hank tried to keep his face neutral. “Oh? So what is your type?”
“I prefer the shy, bookish types. We tend to have more in common.” She gave him a knowing look “Unfortunately, those kinds of guys never come up to you in bars.”
Hank swallowed and toyed with the fringed (fimbriated) tablecloth. “No, we don’t. Thank goodness of speed dating then.”
“Definitely.” Sadie smiled, a slight blush blooming on her cheeks. “So, I know I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I’m planning on checking your name on the form.”
Hank’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s excellent because I’ve learned almost nothing about you and I would like to. Plus, if I’m honest, I planned checking your name too.”
The bell rang, signaling the end of their date. Sadie held out her hand. “I guess I’ll be talking to you soon, Hank.”
Hank took her hand in his. “I’m looking forward to it, Sadie.”