I was sittin on the bus the other day, and I noticed an advertisement inside the bus for a speed dating organization. They touted themselves as "different" from the rest because they offered "categories." Through the miracle of inner-bus billboards, I learned that such "categories" unique to said "different" organization included:
Singles in their 20s.
Singles in their 30s.
Singles over 40.
I'm sorry. But...if you're offering me categories that can be considered "different" from those OTHER speed dating organizations...shouldn't the categories be...like...different? I mean, goodness knows I've never tried speed dating (although it might be fun..ny), so I guess maybe I'm not one to talk, but think about it this way:
As if the mere existence of multiple speed dating organizations wasn't SAD enough, now we come to find out that "most" of them (?) don't actually offer "categories," but when they do, they are the dullest and most obvious/redundant categories one might possibly be able to think of.
Thus, in response to the ad, I made a little list in my head of categories that might actually make me choose one service over another...were I ever to find myself bored enough to take a drunken run through a few speed dating shin-digs. Here's my list of categories that would make MY speeding dating worth calling unique.
Republican Singles (only if I haven't been INSANELY ANGRY in a while and need to feel that burn)
Steady normal job Singles (only out of curiosity)
Pothead Democrat Singles.
Singles who don't like real beer or whiskey. (avoid)
Singles who LOVE real beer and whiskey.
Singles who like to tell jokes.
Singles who don't laugh at anything.
Singles who fart only when alone.
Singles who fart most of the time. (not unlike my relationship with Target, I will look everywhere else for him and then find exactly who I was looking for in this very category)
Singles who laugh at farts.
Singles who don't laugh at farts.
Singles who love food.
Singles who don't love food. (or Singles who mostly eat just chicken fingers)
Messy Singles. (no more lying to myself)
Singles who don't mind Being Single, but occasionally have moments of despair, during which they weep at the overwhelming thought of being alone forever and being eaten by their cats.
Okay. There are more. I could honestly go on forever. But I won't. You get the picture.
If you want, feel free to comment (anyone with a gmail or google account can do so!) with categories that would make YOU get off your tookus and grab life by the speed dating bell.
Until next time, my lovelies.