I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go.
I am booked on a Speed Dating night tonight. And I don’t feel like going. Because I hate them.
Last time I went, two of the guys were drunk. One had really bad BO. One had rotting teeth and bad breath. One insulted me. Need I go on…
So why go back for more punishment? Because… well, I need to get out more. I’m hardly going to meet a guy sitting on my couch watching TV. I mean, is he going to just knock on the door? Is he going to be my hot new neighbour that moves in next door? Is he going to be the special delivery guy? NO. So I booked myself on a Speed Dating night. Despite despising them.
It’s 7 minutes with each guy. They give you a free drink. All right, all right, I’ll go.
I still hate them though.