But amongst the trash there were a few cute girls who I was able to vibe with and obtain contact details from with relative ease.
It will also begin to break down the invisible “touch-barrier” that exists between men and women who haven’t yet been introduced, putting you in a good position for later.I’ve written about this in detail before so I won’t labour on the point, but just remember that eye contact is absolutely key, and it can lift a workaday getting-to-know you conversation into the realms of a sexy one-on-one liaison.Don’t stare at her like a loon – allow your eyes to shift to the side from time to time, or better, gaze around the room every now and then – but do imagine giving her the rough and tumble while you’re looking at her.Of all the ways in which culturally brainwashed beta males are encouraged to meet with women who may deign to glance at them momentarily before opting for the dude with ripped jeans and gleaming pecs, speed dating must surely be among the worst.Any set-up where men are forced to sit meekly at desks while overly-entitled, overly carb-fed women clump up and down expecting to be entertained and making their dead-eyed acolytes jump accordingly doesn’t sound like my kind of deal.
However, last week I went to my first ever speed-dating event for a magazine article I was writing and I was surprised to find that – despite many drawbacks – it wasn’t all bad.
While I would never recommend speed dating as any man’s sole sexual strategy—it has nothing on good, old-fashioned cold approaching—as an occasional supplement to ones main diet it has its advantages.
For one thing, from what I observed, the pool of men that you are competing with for the choicest women would appear to be dismal at best.
At the event I attended, an aging punk in a pork pie hat and a friendly but clueless building supervisor in a shiny, ill-fitting suit were my main opponents.
Compared to Vegas or Ibiza, this is a walk in the park.
Not that the women were anything to write home about – apparently speed dating is a pastime largely favoured by post-wall divorcees anxious to wield a little power again.