One of the most interesting things about speed dating (I was going to call it an advantage, but you might not see it that way) is how you have the kind of conversations that might otherwise only be obtained by chatting up homeless people. Obviously these guys are not homeless; they paid $30-$50 to attend. In fact, they might be the mathematical opposite of homeless: people who never leave their homes.
Anyway, I had been through just the basics with this guy (name, job, hobbies) when he said, “I like you. I would go out with you again.” I said, “Ok, thanks” and tried to get the convo back on track since announcing your intentions is faux pas numero uno of speed dating. But he interrupted, “I don’t think 8 minutes is enough time to get to know someone, do you?” No, it’s not, I agreed. “But I would go out with you,” he said. “Yeah,” I replied, “so you’re having a good time tonight?” “Yes,” he said. “But 8 minutes isn’t enough time to get to know someone, don’t you think?” After a slight what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you pause, I agreed. “Do you have any more questions for me?” I asked. “Do you have any more questions for me?” he responded. “Is that your question for me?” I asked. Yes, he answered, without a trace of a smile.