Speed dating eat and talk dating cowboys
I thanked him for the fun time and mumbled something about getting another match.
He didn’t seem offended and suggested we meet up for a drink later.
Sitting in Saturday-morning ski traffic on I-70 the day of the event, I was hopeful about getting back into the outdoor dating scene but worried that my dates would leave me in a spray of snow.
I’m a pretty cautious skier, and I figured everyone there would be shredding.
Still, he was a good bit younger, only skied downhill at resorts, and was pretty religious (all cons in my book).
At the end of a long ski run, I would have kept riding with him, but there was still the possibility of meeting someone even better.
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.
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.Then I found out that Date Number Three was only 19.He was a very sweet kid—he even stopped to help a ten-year-old girl who had taken a bad fall and stayed with her until ski patrol arrived.My biggest anxiety, though, was that I had no idea how people would pair up to ride the lifts together. When I arrived at the bottom of the lift, I was surprised to see so many other speed daters milling around.More than 200 people had signed up, with an almost equal split of men to women and far more skiers than snowboarders.