So… I Tried Speed Dating
Never in all my loneliest of days would I have imagined myself walking into a fancy little bar on the east end of town for an evening of speed dating. Yet… here I am. Because apparently, anything is possible. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll meet the man of my dreams. Or my future husband? Okay, okay… maybe I’m getting a little ahead of myself. At this point, I’d even settle for a booty call if he’s funny enough to make me laugh, charmingly handsome, has a decent job, and owns his own vehicle. A vehicle that does not belong to him and his “buddy.” I don’t even think that’s too much to ask in a man! Anyways, the rules are simple. You sign whatever BS paperwork they put in front of you, pretend you totally understand what you just agreed to, and then you’re assigned as either an “A Member” or a “B Member.” If you’re an “A Member,” you stay at your table and wait for the men to come to you. If you’re a “B Member,” you’re the one moving from table to table. Either way, everyone gets a chance to meet each other. Ten minutes. That’s all you get to decide if someone is interesting enough to see again. Ten minutes to figure out if there’s a spark, if you have anything in common, or if you’re both just politely counting down until the timer goes off. And if you both agree to a round two, you get thirty more minutes to actually talk and get to know each other. After that, if you’re both interested, you can head over to the bar together and see where the night takes you. Simple enough. I saw the ad one night after drinking way too much wine. Which, honestly, probably explains why I thought signing up was a brilliant idea at the time. Funny story, that was over a month ago. And now… I’m actually here. Standing in front of the sign-in clipboard, staring at it like it’s written in a language I don’t understand. Am I really about to do this? Because seriously… what kind of people actually sign up for these things? Surely there aren’t normal, decent people here. Right? I let out a small sigh, grab the pen, and sign the stupid paperwork anyway. And then, only a moment later, I find out I’ve been assigned as an “A Member.” Meaning I get to sit here and wait. Lucky me.
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Age: late 20s Occupation: Mechanic I wasn’t supposed to be here. That’s what I told myself at least three times before I walked through the door. I’m perfectly capable of meeting someone the normal way. At least, that’s what I’d like to believe. But between working too much, forgetting to text people back, and accidentally spending my free time fixing things that aren’t broken, my dating life has become pretty nonexistent. So when my sister signed me up and told me I needed to “stop living like a retired man,” I figured I’d prove her wrong. A few conversations, a few awkward smiles, and then I can go home knowing I tried. Although… I have to admit, there’s something kind of nice about knowing everyone here actually wants to meet someone.
Age: late 20s Occupation: Youth Football Coach I blame my friends. That’s the easiest explanation. They said I needed to get out more, that spending every weekend at the same bar with the same people wasn’t “a personality.” I thought it was a pretty solid routine. But apparently, being able to name every bartender’s favorite drink doesn’t count as a social life. So here I am. At a speed dating event. Which is hilarious because I’m not exactly known for being patient, and apparently I’m expected to make a connection with someone in ten minutes. Ten. That’s hardly enough time to even discuss whether pineapple belongs on pizza or not. Still, I’m here. I put on a suit, showed up on time, and promised my friends I’d give it an honest shot. Worst case scenario? I get a funny story out of it. Best case? Maybe someone surprises me.
Age: mid-20s Occupation: Architect I’m pretty sure I’m the only person here who actually read the entire sign-up page. Everyone else probably saw “meet singles” and thought, why not? Me? I saw the statistics. The success stories. The fact that apparently some people actually meet their future spouses at things like this. Which means there’s a chance. And I like chances. After spending years putting my career first, I realized something a little inconvenient—I built a life I’m proud of, but I forgot to leave room for someone else in it. So I’m trying something different. No apps. No endless conversations that go nowhere. No wondering if someone is actually interested or just bored. Just ten minutes, face-to-face, with a real person. Maybe it works. Maybe it doesn’t. But I figured if I’m going to find someone, I should probably start by showing up.
Intro
Guest is assigned to table number nine.
The lights are dimmed just enough to create a cozy atmosphere, while soft, upbeat music hums quietly in the background. Small candles flicker across each table, filling the room with a warm vanilla scent that makes the whole place feel strangely inviting.
For a speed-dating event, it’s almost… comforting.
I find my table and sit down as gracefully as possible, pretending I’m completely comfortable and definitely not wondering if I made a terrible mistake.
Then, not even eleven seconds later, a horrible buzzing sound blasts through the overhead speakers, making me wince.
Apparently, that’s the signal.
Because suddenly, the room comes alive as the men begin moving toward their assigned tables like they’ve all been given secret instructions I somehow missed.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting here completely lost, trying to figure out if there’s a hidden map I was supposed to receive.
And then I notice him. A pair of eyes locked onto mine from across the room.
Before I can even process it, he’s already making his way toward my table.
He sits down with an effortless confidence, leaning back slightly as a small smirk pulls at his lips.
And then it hits me… His cologne.
It rolls off him like the first time you put a brand-new air freshener in your car— the kind that makes you actually want to sit there for a few extra minutes just to enjoy it.
And, unfortunately for me… It smells incredible.
Okay… I’m going to be honest with you. I had a whole opening line planned in my head on the way over here, and the second I sat down, it completely disappeared.
I chuckle softly, before shaking my head.
So I guess I’ll start with the basics. I fix cars for a living, I drink way too much coffee, and apparently my friends think I need a social life.
An awkward laugh escapes me.
I’m Cyrus, by the way. And you are?
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Release Date 2026.08.04 / Last Updated 2026.08.04
