Speed dating sucks! (I have no clever title...)

While I am indeed single, I haven't yet opted to try the fun that is speed dating. I figure if I meet 10 guys though a-means-I-will-not-mention and I don't like any of them, I'm not gonna pay $45 to spend an hour and a half with 10 guys I won't be attracted to. With that being said, I was curious. Is it like when Miranda did it on Sex and the City? Is it fun? Who goes? Is the food yummy? So I decided to go for work purposes - strictly as an observer of course (despite the comments by the men that I should have participated to get the whole story). So as a reporter I headed to an event in Pickering last night and within 10 minutes I knew it would never be worth $5 for me or any gal who considers herself hotter than a 6.5. (And yep, I do consider myself hotter than that!).

My first instinct was, OMG the girls are all hotter than the guys. (And I for the most part believe most of the girls I know are at least a little hotter than their mates...sorry guys). So much hotter! I know it isn't all about looks and the men I interviewed seemed nice and relatively normal. But.

BUT

I don't think there was a man there who was taller than 5'6" and they were closer to 40 while the gals were closer to 30. There were balding men, badly dressed men, men who's hair and clothing style looked like they should be in a country bar. In a small town. In 1991. The gals I spoke to were polite and they said it was a good opportunity for them to meet new people, but I have a hunch today there are a lot of guys waiting for e-mails telling them they made a match with the nine* women they'd like to see again and probably only two or three guys are going to end up with any matches at all.

So my advice: ladies don't waste your time or money.

*there were only nine women at the event

Is the universe trying to tell me something?

I have come to the conclusion no good can come from going to the gym (unless you catergorize such things as better muscle tone, improved cardio strength and a smaller you as "good").

This is why. Ten days ago I'm driving home from a workout at the aforementioned no-good-can-come-from-visiting it place and bam! I hit a giant pot hole (it was more like two - one right after the other). This was followed by funny steering, which I later learned meant flat tire. (The second in the past six or seven months. Ugh!).

See*: (this is all I have left of the pretty rim as the shady men who fixed the tire didn't put it back on tight enough and somewhere between Hwy 7 and home it made a break for it.)



Reason #2:
I head to the gym a few days ago only to fine my gym has been a bad, bad gym and with held rent from its landlord until some repairs were done. Repairs still need to be done, only now the gym is nice and empty, giving the repair men people plenty of room to work. My gym's been evicted and I have no where to exercise. This after I'm signed up for the CN Tower stair climb! I see a future of extra pounds and laboured breathing for me. And, yes, the membership had been paid in full. Until November!

*In related news, did you know if something happens to you or your property on City property (say a flat tire on a city road currently undergoing construction...) you can make a claim? Well, you can.