Now I’m a bit older, a bit wiser and a little closer to being certain of what — er, who — I want.
I am also a bonafide hopeless romantic who’s spent her life looking for love in all the wrong places. Since I’m always down to try anything once, I proposed speed dating to my boss as a story idea, and she gave me the green light.
This was a best-case scenario: a speed-dating match—and a job well done.
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 took one good look around and crossed my fingers, hoping the seedy bar atmosphere wouldn’t attest to the quality of the men.
With time to kill before the event began, we sat at the bar and ordered merlots.
I knew that once it started, networking would “just happen” without feeling as forced.
(The two glasses of wine I drank were also helpful!
Every speed-dating event I hosted was like sending my kids off to the junior prom. To me, they were all princes and princesses arriving at the ball, but with name tags and cocktails. A Night of Latin Passion My first event, geared to the 30-something crowd, was at a hot Latin restaurant, known for its authentic dishes and outrageous salsa parties.The moment of truth was the sound of the bell, like the “ring for assistance” chime in hotel lobbies.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.Admit it--you wish your workshops and conferences were livelier.Often the most animated interactions and the most valuable learning take place during breaks, meals, and receptions.