Speed dating cape town 2016
Throughout the day, I asked questions and took mental notes about my dates, identifying aspects as pros (tall, easy to talk to, accomplished in the mountains) or cons (really into cars, self-absorbed, inconsiderate). As soon as I arrived at the base after parting from Date Number One, I heard a voice behind me say, “Hey, what color ribbon are you? Before we could get matched with anyone else, he invited me to ski.
” I turned to see a cute skier boy (at least from what I could tell based on the five inches of exposed face under his goggles) smiling widely. Asking the ribbon question here seemed akin to asking, “Hey, how old are you? Our chatter flowed from work to college to the outdoors.
Curiously, there seemed to be a lot of women in the older age brackets (35 to 45 and 45-plus) and a lot of men in the youngest one.
(Numbers from preregistration show that 45 percent of the participants were in the 35-to-45 bracket, while 35 percent were in my 18-to-35 bracket.) The crowd was buzzing with nervous excitement. Lift Date Number One* was a late-20s software engineer. We shared easy conversation about skiing and mountain towns, and eventually I asked him what type of climbing he did.
Still, he was a good bit younger, only skied downhill at resorts, and was pretty religious (all cons in my book).
I was frustrated just thinking about waiting for him to make the lengthy transition from two sticks to one.
The basic gist: I show up and pin a ribbon indicating my age group (18 to 35) to my jacket, and an event organizer matches me with someone in my age bracket.
Then my date and I head off to ride the lifts together and ski any runs we choose.
This would prove to be the most awkward part of the day: letting my dates know I wanted a new match.
Each guy was good in his own way, but speed dating is like getting a handful of tasters at a brewery: sample as many as possible before you commit to one. The one thing my logical approach to dating didn’t account for is the, the It Factor, the spark.