Looking for love in all the
wrong places?
Try speed dating
By MEGAN THOMAS
Express Staff Writer
Single and frustrated? For those
looking for love, The Coffee Grinder in Ketchum recently organized a
night of speed dating as part of the ongoing Thursday night
entertainment series. Hesitant, petrified and a little mortified, I went
in the name of Carrie Bradshaw and "Sex in the City."
Speed dating is a relatively new
dating technique based on Jewish traditions. Traditionally, young single
Jews gathered in chaperoned settings to encourage interfaith dating and
marriage. In 1999, Rabbi Yaacov Dego revitalized the traditional
gatherings and speed dating emerged.
Speed
dating at The Coffee Grinder. Express photo by David N.
Seelig
Speed dating involves an evening
of short (three- to eight-minute) dates with the potential to meet up to
25 singles. Singles sign up for the evening, converse and move on to
their next date. Singles then leave their personal contact information,
score their dates and then hope for a follow up call or e-mail.
An abundance of dating services
such as "Hurry Date" and "Quick Encounters" abound on the Web to
organize the ventures.
Amazon.com even sells "Speed Dating: A Timesaving Guide to Finding
Your Life Long Love" by Yaacov and Sue Dego. Speed dating has taken off
with organized gatherings exploding in U.S. cities and England. Now
speed dating has arrived in Ketchum.
I arrived to speed dating at The
Coffee Grinder at 8 p.m. with no idea who my fellow speed daters would
be. The participants all pre-registered on the creative, black
construction paper sign-up sheet at the coffee counter days earlier for
their time slot of choice. The evening consisted of two full time slots
for speed dating. The sign up sheet allocated each name a window, which
was then taped shut as soon as daters signed up for the event. With this
creative method, participants had no idea who the others might be.
Imagining the worse, I prepared
myself with a handful of questions I could spring on my date. The
Grinder also anticipated the potential for awkward situations and
provided each table with a green envelope stuffed with handwritten
questions. Luckily, none of the eight dates came close to needing the
assistance of the envelope.
The night began with each woman
taking her spot at a table. Then each man sat at a respective table
positioned across from his female date. The guys were nothing like the
dirty slime I feared. Instead, people athletic, hippie and corporate
attended, some looking for friends in a new town, others for love.
As the series of five-minute dates
began, conversation flowed. Everything from youth ministry to skiing in
Switzerland talk filled the tiny coffeehouse. The chance meetings
allowed couple’s paths, likely and unlikely, to cross. One man even made
the trip up from Boise.
After five minutes, the barista
rang a bell to signal the end of the conversation. Then each man
shuffled to the next table and new conversation began again. The
rotation continued until each couple had a chance to meet.
Surprisingly, the evening was
painless and enjoyable. Five minutes was a sufficient amount of time to
spark interesting dialogue with no commitment, fear of rejection or
awkward attempt to escape.
Who knows, it may be the best new
way to find a date, next to the Casino, of course.