Sex & the Single Woman: Speed Dating, Here I Come
Last night I got a Facebook message from a good friend of mine.
The subject: Speed Dating.
The gist of the message was that my single female friend had decided to take matters into her own hands by signing up for a speed dating night here in London. Now, she just needed wing women. Normally I would smirk and mention something along the lines of doing triple axels in hell. But my pal did me a huge favor last month and I owe her one. Which means I’m in.
This does put a damper on my dating sabbatical, and I don’t have high hopes at all, but it should be good for a laugh and a large shot of tequila. Wish me luck!