I took off my clothes for naked speed dating on Thursday and went on a Tinder date on Friday. The evening was held at Dirty Martini in the City, a location that carried a lot of anticipation.
On Wednesday, I was invited to host a speed dating night for people in their late thirties and early forties on behalf of Date in a Dash.
In my mind, it would be the equivalent of an impromptu Mad Men office party: suave men in suits and beautiful ladies in expensive shoes, each with his or her own black Amex.
My co-host for the evening was Tom, a tall, assertive man who has worked with Rob Ryall, founder of Date in a Dash, for three years.
He’s also an actor, so commanding a room comes naturally to him.
‘I love seeing new faces and the progression people make from the initial nervousness to actual flirting,’ he says.
‘It’s up to me to make that happen, by being as welcoming as I can.’ Together, Tom and I scope out the venue, set up table numbers and chat through the night’s events before the guests arrive.
As is speed dating tradition, the ladies are seated, as the gentlemen walk from table to table with about three minutes to find love. If one man goes to the wrong table or someone skips a lady, everything can fall apart,’ says Tom.
‘Some of the men have a tendency to wander off in whichever direction they choose.’ The guests start arriving, and the majority of them have come alone.