As most people who know me, there’s a small part of me that believes that everything is better if it’s British. Tonight I went speed dating. The event was run by a company with a British twist.
It wasn’t better.
Now, the event was run perfectly. The hostesses were lovely, but not British, but still very wonderful. However, I had somewhat unrealistic expectations that I would meet my British-future husband. We would meet half-way through the event. In a instance, we would know that we were meant to be together forever.
It didn’t happen.
OK, I might watch too many romantic comedies, but that isn’t a crime. It’s just impractical. Anyway, I meant some very nice guys, even a few that I wouldn’t mind having drinks with. Other than that, it was a pretty boring night. Chatting up 14 guys is very exhausting, and now I’m off to bed.
Tomorrow…matchmaking…hmm…that should be entertaining.