Because you can’t make this drek up.

Let us not forget, FFJD is a dating-centric bloggy wog (not dissimilar to a booky wook). I’m often forgetting this after long sessions on the elliptical, where I’m the girl who sometimes falls off and/or rips her headphones out after accidentally hooking them in the stupid channel changer, or I’m buried under a pile of Deborah Lippman nail polishes while berating Constance about something Winston Churchill said (yes, I have a British intern, and a sense of history, occasionally). I consider myself a fine elliptician.

But let’s turn back to our roots (whether they be recently re-dyed or not, or ombre-d, or reverse ombre-d, for those fashion types such as myself that understands for some reason it’s currently desirable to have your hair fade from one color into another. Dudes reading this: ombre hair). Let’s talk about speed dating.

I get a lot of emails about speed dating - should I do it? What should I wear? Who should I speak to? Am I a giant loser booger? So let’s dissect this like we did in seventh grade before I passed out due to innards everywhere, rendering me a useless lab partner.

Speed dating: is an oft-evening activity put on by an organization, dating or not. You get a scorecard, you get a fillet o’fish/gentlemen, and you talk to each of them for a set period of time until you hear a buzzer or pass out from inhaling halitosis perfumes.

Everyone should try it.

I have once, and it was sort of like sorority rush, except instead of wondering if this betch was good for silk-top-stealing, you wondered if his teeshirt was for good-comfy-teeshirt stealing. It definitely doesn’t make you a loser. It’s just efficient. Like a sushi conveyor belt, for your pants.

Here are some do’s and don’ts. 

Gimme more mochi →