The first dater I met was a woman called Ruth, who suggested that I try 'hate dating'. What do these people know that I don't? Are they more desperate? Less misanthropic? Or just thicker-skinned? ![]() But attending for journalistic reasons … well, that's completely different, and an invitation to interview people who voluntarily go speed dating seemed too good to miss. Solitude seems preferable to volunteering to have something wince-inducing happen to you over and over and over again. ![]() ![]() ![]() I swore that I would never go speed dating.
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