Love Is a Battlefield
From Mexican Cantina to Good Fellas Restaurant to the Radisson Hotel, speed-dating singles (we hope) sign up to get it over with as quickly as possible. Generally, 10 to 12 people of each gender within roughly a 10-year age range attend — sorry, Nicolas Cage. The women wait daintily with pens poised above “match sheets” to judge each man who lands across the table. The men make notes of potential interest as they scurry to the next waiting woman. Each couple is given just six minutes to bond or nauseate. Organizers suggest coming up with questions in advance: “What are your hobbies?” or “When was the last time you lied?,” they recommend. We prefer: “Do you have a need for speed?”
If the less than two-hour process ends and you’re officially considering either suicide or an arranged marriage, the company offers a guarantee: Next session is free — yippee! Also, no one gets your contact information until after your matches are tallied — bad news for stalkers. Assuming a few pre-dates seemed promising, after 24 hours you’re free to make a love connection. Cupid’s arrow may have an odd trajectory, but it is fast and painless. www.pre-dating.com/speeddating/LA.php.