Hitch was right....

This is an old story, some of you may have already heard about this, or read it, however, by popular demand, I am posting it as a blog.

I hope you all like it, please enjoy one of the biggest shenanigan filled evenings of my life.

Speedating- the life of Jaime Carter continues:

So I leave work. The traffic is awful, and secretly I am pumped because I was getting nervous about the whole idea of speed dating. I have myself convinced that traffic is so bad, it won't matter (because clearly I would be too late to participate). I was driving as slow as possible, letting people get in front of me on 376, anything and everything I could do to make myself even later...but who arrived promptly when check in began? That's right, me. So begrudgingly I called my two friends who were joining me, and they both were arriving as well. There was NO getting out of this one!

We walk in, they card us, and we head to the check in table. We sit down and it was actually a really cool set up. There were tables with cards on them, and then we all had name tags with badge numbers. So the women sat the whole time, and the men rotated. Everyone started getting settled in, and wouldn't you know it, there is no one matched to my table! REDIC. So, I sit there for the whole first 6 minutes awkwardly texting and trying to think of things to do. (I only brought my clutch with me, so my options were limited.)

So anyways, my first "pre-date" was really nice, totally normal and young. We had good conversation, so I circled "let's talk" when the date was over. The next guy was as equally normal, and he actually lives by me (weird connection), once again, I circle "let's talk". So then comes the FUN part- along comes Jerry, who couldn't have been any younger than 45 (I thought the limit was 32- but he was NOT 32). So Jerry opens the conversation with "when I saw you, I thought for sure you were a model or a flight attendant." Okay, so what the heck! Are those related?! And how can you tell by looking at someone that they are a flight attendant? Does that mean that my outfit looked like a uniform? Or was it something about my hair and make-up that said "I help people to the nearest exit". At that moment, I knew the night was going to be a RIOT. Jerry and I proceeded to awkwardly talk about the Steelers (he has season tickets and asked me to go out with him to a game on the spot, not kidding, he was like, I have tickets for this Sunday's game. I told him I wasn't available.) Anyways, Jerry also liked to look directly at my chest while speaking to me. That was really AWKWARD to I put my arm directly in his view. I think he was mad about that one....anyways, I put a no thanks by his name.

So then comes Jeff, Jeff was really nice, but was also probably the age of my father. And he was wearing a sweater vest. We talked about how his sisters son was like his own son- which I thought was weird. He said that he is raising him. I think he meant it in a mentor way. Anyways, he told me how his sister is so much younger than him- 10 years to be exact, but I’m pretty sure I was at least 15 years younger than him. There went another "no thanks". He was really nice, but he also had a twitch in his eye, and every time it twitched I felt like mine twitched too. The other guys were all pretty nice, those two stories were definitely the main highlights of my night though. What an experience.

Oh yes, just one other quick story, a guy named Robert asked me (first question)- do you dance, because that is really high on my list. I was like, yes, do you? He said Oh yeah, I go to the clubs every weekend. I was like, oh, I don't go that much. I'd rather go places where I can hear people talk., then I asked him where he liked to go dancing, and he said "anywhere with a beat." I was thinking to myself that could be any number of places, the grocery store, Hollister, church, a children's music class....but I kept those thoughts to myself. Oh yes, and Robert is a master in Tai-Kwan do. And in case you were wondering, a master is WAY better than a black belt (I was stupid enough to ask this!) This is the illustration he gave for this one: (with his hands)
__________________ (masters)













_________ (black belt)

I am such an idiot for not knowing the difference, jeez. You would have thought that this was as common as the knowledge that the sky is blue, or grass is green. I told him I only knew about kick boxing because I have an exercise tape of it. Apparently that wasn't relevant either.
There you have it, Speed dating was an experience to remember. Good times!