It has been a few weeks since I have blogged. And so, I am back. I have decided to entertain you with an excerpt from chapter six of my book titled " Mr. Racist."
The first paragraph sets up the situation of how my girlfriend Tanya and I decided to go speed dating. The few after that explains what I had experienced and heard from my 10-three minute dates. Enjoy!
Online dating had not worked; neither had being set up. I needed another method to end my singleness, so my friend Tanya and I decided to go speed dating. I figured this could be a safer way to approach dating and if I didn't like any of the eligible bachelors ( or vice versa ) , I could always chalk it up to fun night out with a girlfriend.
Tanya and I chose seats right next to each other, with me first in line to experience any possible weirdos. " Hey, I'll warn you of what's coming your way," I told her.
She looked at me and laughed. " Thanks."
We heard the opening chime of the spoon to the glass, and the parade of bachelors began. My mini-dates went as follows:
Bachelor #1: " I think I am drunk."
Bachelor #2: " I am not a social person and really hate talking."
Bachelor #3: " The girl next to us, the one I'm going to meet next , is that you friend? I think she may be more my type than you are."
Bachelor #4: " I have to pee."
Bachelor#5: " Your a hairdresser? What would you do with my hair? "
Bachelor#6: " I'm a bit older than this age bracket, but I fibbed the age detail because I like younger woman. Actually, my daughter is your age and I recently became a grandfather for the first time!"
Bachelor#7: " If your a hairdresser, can you tell I am wearing a toupee?"
Bachelor#8: " I work at a car dealership, just bought my own condo and love traveling. Stop! , I said in my head, I think we have a winner! But for the sake of the last two guys and the fee I paid, I decided to hang in through the next
six minutes.
Bachelor#9: " I'm friends with the guy that thought your friend was more his type. If she isn't interested in him, do you think you could tell her I am interested i her as well?"
Bachelor#10: Actually, I have no idea what my tenth date said. He didn't speak much english. And just like a thunder an lightening storm, my quick and easy dating night blew in and out, even quicker.
" Tanya , I am exhausted and not in the mood to mingle anymore. Can we leave?"
It turned out she was done too, and jerked her head towards the door.
" How many did you check off?" I asked.
" Three. Bachelors three, seven and nine. How about you? "
" Just one, number eight. And by the way, you might have a little love triangle with numbers three and nine." I explained the situation to her.
" Thanks for the heads up , " she said , "Let's get out of here."
And for my blog readers, I did go out with Bachelor #8 which is how he acquired his name of Mr. Racist.
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