Apparently this is a whole speed dating week…I’ve been so excited about the turnout from last week that I just couldn’t contain myself I guess.

Naturally, since myself and my fabulous friends do speed dating, I’m inclined to say that the women who attend speed dating are glorious. But, let’s face it, this is a competition. Yes, guys can say “yes” to as many women as they want, but they are going to have favorites. It is always my goal to be the favorite. I usually win.

Girl #1

Not the event I went to last week, but the one I attended a few months back that I never talked about (all through the same company, Fastlife, who have no paid me for any of the praise I have given them this week, just an FYI), there was this one girl. She was everything I am not. She was blonde, dressed like a slut and wore a lot of make up. I hated her on sight. She also strategically placed herself at one end of the room so that when anyone entered, they were immediately drawn to her.

At the end of the evening, after everyone had handed in their report cards, a few of the men were lingering, and my gal pal and I were chatting with them. I asked if any of them had said “yes” to her. The guys started stuttering about how she was pretty, but she had nothing going on upstairs…but they all put her down as a “yes”. She was pretty enough to not have personality matter. None of that would have really bothered me, except one of the guys I mentioned yesterday, Mr Viagara, said that he added her. At that event, I forced myself to say “yes” to at least 3 guys…and trust me, that was really pushing it. I didn’t like any of them. So Mr Viagara made it into my “yes” pile by defaut. Which means that if he put me down as a “yes” I would have gotten his contact info. And I didn’t. Which mean that I am not pretty enough to be marked as “yes” for my looks. And I can’t even impress Mr Viagara.

Luckily, at that event, I got Elite again, so my ego was not in the least bit bruised.

Girl #2

This was the Elite only event. The cream of the crop of the dating world. She was sitting right next to me, and during the break, we started chatting…mostly sharing dating war stories. She was slightly older than me, she said she was in her mid-to-late 30’s. Why she wouldn’t narrow her age for me is a mystery. Part of our conversation:

Teacher Bitch: You must be REALLY uncomfortable here

FitDarcie: Why would you say that?

Teacher Bitch: Because the men here must be so much older than you.

FitDarcie (In my most girly, flirty tone): Oh, don’t you worry about me! Older men LOVE me! Fucking jealous bitch.

I may not have said that last sentence, but she definitely made me try harder to get the older guys. Fucking jealous bitch.

All in all though, I talked to most of the girls at all the events I’ve been to, and they mostly seem pretty decent.

Tags: catty women, speed dating