Here’s the thing about dating: I think it is stupid, and I think I’m done. Everyone thinks it’s some big milestone that I’ve gone on a couple of dates. Maybe it is. Anyway, it’s something.
Going out with complete strangers and talking crap with them is just CRAP. The two dates I’ve gone on as a result of the speed dating event equal around 6 or 7 hours of my life that I could have been having conversations with people that I already know and love. What I mean is, having a conversation that actually meant something to me.
And maybe having conversations with people I already know isn’t going to get me anywhere in terms of a "relationship" (not that I’m even entirely convinced I want one of those), but I don’t know that I feel like spending this amount of time on bullshit, surficial conversations. These dates feel contrived and completely fucking unnatural. This occurred to me after I went to see a friend immediately after the end of the second date, and had a really super! comfortable! fun! awesome! time! It just seemed to draw a thick, black underline under how completely ridiculous the dates, both of them, had been.
The only real benefit I can see to this style of dating is the great dinners at a reasonable (ie. free) price. And by great I mean the restaurants, not the company – but considering I hate to cook, that may not be such a bad reason to keep doing it.