Other services ask speed daters not to discuss what they do for a living or where they live. When those eight minutes were up, the ding was either a welcome peal signaling the end of the longest eight minutes ever, or an abrupt end to a beautiful beginning. At the end of the date, each dater makes a note if he or she would like to see the other person again. Just get a couple of people on camera. At that moment, a reporter from another station walked in with her cameraman. SpeedDating, the original company organized by Yaacov Deyo, holds seven, seven-minute dates in one event. When the bell tolled for me—that is, my stint as a speed-dating event coordinator ended—I wistfully packed up the vestiges of the tumultuous relationship in a cardboard box.
I had an idea.
I Organized Speed Dating Events And Felt Like An 8-Minute Madam
But until that point, you were really as anonymous as you wanted to be. He beamed and nodded. The setting was country-elegant, an historic inn, and the venue well known for live jazz downstairs several nights a week. I will grant them, however, the black canvas briefcase—that was pretty sweet. I was flooded with excitement and confusion when I saw a local TV anchor towering in the confines of the colonial entranceway. You could say, everyone got what they wanted. Why are we here?