True Confessions Friday:: I SpeedDated.

My mom told me that I’d never meet a nice guy sitting around at home…but little did she know I could try SpeedDate.   And I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but I’m trying it out right now.  Welcome to another edition of “True Confessions Friday.”

Here’s how it works.  You can go to SpeedDate.com to sign up or just add the application to your Facebook profile like I did (after gettting 50 invites from my friends to “try it out”).  Once you set up your SpeedDate profile, you can start “dating,” which entails having 3 minute instant message conversations with men of all ages from all over the world.  During the conversation, either party can choose to abruptly end the date.

So far, I’ve had about 60+ “dates” most of which ended without conversation because the guy on the other side ended the date before it even started. Wow!–I have never been rejected by so many men in so little time.   Those fellas don’t know what they’re missing.  I did have a rather engaging discussion with a guy named Jeff from New Hampshire, so we became Facebook friends.  Isn’t that sweet?

For the most part, I’m sitting around waiting for my next match whose arrival is announced by by a cyber doorbell sound.  Then a picture and a profile appear on the screen so I can check out my new stud for a few seconds before the date begins.  The pressure is on!  There’s a timer in the upper corner of the chat box that lets both parties know how much precious time is left.  For the most part, I’ve been eager to end the few dull or uncomfortable conversations I’ve had (and I told off a quite a few perverts).

Some of my dates even had web cams, which is even weirder.  This one guy kept typing “LOL” to everything I said.  Not only was I not funny, I could see he wasn’t laughing at all.   Plus, his typing/grammar was atrocious.  Remember, that grammar counts, especially in SpeedDate, where your grammar and your profile pic (sometimes your web cam) are all you’ve got.

Of course, there were a couple gems in this lot–including my aforementioned buddy Jeff and a charming guy from Montana that saved the experience from being a complete waste of time.  For the most part it is a complete waste of time, but I’ll keep trying just to prove my mom wrong.  Yes, mother, I can meet a guy sitting at home in my apartment…with SpeedDate!