Speed dating
I once went speed dating, the human equivalent of a cattle market. Most of the women seemed nice and normal, though I did meet:

- A woman who talked keenly about the rough pubs in south Birmingham. The large tattoo of a bunch of grapes on her shoulder was a memorable feature.
- A German woman who looked like a pre removal of the Berlin wall champion Olympic shot putter. She could have picked me up and thrown me two postcodes away with ease.
- A woman who could have been a friends mum.
- I got a bollocking off one girl for being 5 seconds late upon resumption of the dating after a visit to the gents during the interval. I didn't even know when we supposed to have restarted.
- A mean looking woman from Coventry who threateningly told me about her karate skills (nearly a black belt).

From the evening I got the following things:

- One 'match' with one of the nicer girls of which nothing came of
- Drunk
- A pen

I've not been speed dating again.
( abefroman fritters & wastes the hours in an offhand way, Wed 19 Sep 2007, 10:58, closed)