I joke that I’ve been on over fifty first dates throughout Manahttan, Los Angeles and dare I say Brooklyn, where if one dude wasn’t droning on about his investment portfolio, another was judging me for ordering carbs.
But these days, the market for true love and decently priced urban living are nearly the same ( read: impossible). I’ve always been a social person who enjoys tasting multiple things on the menu, so you would think I’d find dating to be a fun hobby.
Yet, there I was, off screen, grabbing myself a seat. When you hear the term ‘speed dating’ you probably have a reaction similar to mine–a memory from an old movie featuring checked-cloth laden tables-for-two and a revolving door of characters ranging from nervous nerd to deranged supervillain. Yet, when I heard about Ambyr, the membership club with a mission to make speed dating cool again, I was intrigued. “Here” being New York City at the ripe age of twenty-seven, as Single as my W2 form gently suggests, looking for love via speed dating. I’d like to begin by saying I didn’t think I’d find myself here.