The event, which was held in the confines of a cavernous bar downtown, had a surprisingly large turnout. " I looked at my name tag, which was peeling off already, as if it knew that the "T" written on it was all some horrible lie. That, and never buy knives from that dude from high school.I happened to be one of the first guys to register with the organizer, and I took the opportunity to grab a beer and watch the men herd into line to register like cattle to the slaughter. " the organizer asked one man, who responded with a nervous chuckle. To be blunt, most of the men on either side (including me) were average-looking -- sometimes aggressively so."No one here believes I'm a top," I thought to myself while taking the first sip of my second overpriced beer. " he yelled, throwing them to one side of the proverbial gymnasium. I was surprised to see that of the 30-ish men there, only three (including me) were dressed up.I was less than halfway through a night of gay speed dating for "bottoms" and "tops" and had already been asked three times if I was in the right group. You're gayer than Judy Garland's Christmas ornaments. " I eventually "lost" my name tag at some point in the night. Far too many of the men, who were essentially about to go on at least 15 first dates, were wearing T-shirts and tank tops.(I'd like to go on record and say those men are horrible, and the human equivalent of a parfait.) The men here were normal dudes: mostly over 30, and mostly in custody of faces I almost instantly forgot. Have you ever been at a party and realized, with a cold sweat and a shiver of dread, that you were the smartest one in the room?It's happened to me once before; I realized that if I was the smartest person in the room, then we were all screwed.The goal of this is pretty obvious if you talk to someone for a few minutes and theres some sort of spark there that can be differentiated between every other seven minute conversation you had that night, its probably not a bad idea to go up to talk to that person some more after the game has ended.The concept of Speed Dating is interesting in and of itself, but it becomes a social science experiment to witness when you add Greeks as the test subjects and the uncontrolled environment of a Greek Night to the mix.
The only way you can even figure out which building belongs to the center is to look for the police car perpetually parked out front. As I get older, I’m realizing that making my parents happy is becoming more central to my own satisfaction—and sanity.This is what the average American would expect out of marriage. So after reading a mediocre review in , I gave Millanus a shot.Millanus bills itself as a “premier professional matrimonial service.” Its motto: “Muslims marry Muslims.” For a fee of 0, I could talk one-on-one with eligible Muslim men for five minutes each. While I respect the need to find companionship at any stage of life, the gender and age imbalance of the event meant that there would be no groupings by age—everyone would talk to everyone.I have always been passionate about helping people in the dating space.On my television show, Love At First Swipe, I was able to share tips with millions of singles to help them move their love lives in a positive direction.