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I chug a double gin and tonic as the buzzer sounds and I begin my first of 10 five-minute dates in an hour.
I talk to a Fed Ex manager with a sister who’s a country singer in Nashville, and a schmoozy finance guy whose wildest moment was having sex in a Gap change room.
But I did not feel fun or flirty—I was sad and I wanted to eat all of the cheese.
While I was enjoying the comfort of mutual spooning, dating had entered a new high-volume, high-speed era in which 20-somethings like me could land five dates a week just by swiping right on their phones. Neither did Lulu, a forum in which women review the dateability of male Facebook friends using hashtags like #Wants Kids Yesterday, nor the dozens of other new digital dating tools. And so, in the spirit of total immersion (and ripping off the Band-Aid), I dove off my couch and into the world of modern dating for 10 comfort-zone-destroying days. DAY 1: WORKING UP THE NERVE I meet Sofi Papamarko for a coffee.
DAY 8: QUICK AND DIRTY I dress in my best Zooey Deschanel outfit for a speed-dating event put on by a company called Fast Life that promises I have a 90-percent chance of getting at least one match.
The venue is a lounge with white couches, mirrored walls and approximately 30 chandeliers.
Five months ago, my boyfriend of two years broke up with me. We had literally spent New Year’s on a tandem bicycle.
My friends suggested that this could be the summer of Chandler.
She assigns me homework—write a list of 30 qualities I want in a man.
I don’t meet anyone, but I do get talking to a 17-year-old girl named Spencer who attends an arts high school. She says I should meet her mom, who runs Evolution of a Butterfly, which offers “erotic and holy” workshops for women seeking their inner goddesses.
Its website states: “You will learn techniques on how to …
create more energy around your sexual chakra.” I go to Patrusha Sarakula’s cozy house for a chakra realignment—or something.
She meets me wearing a designer sweatshirt and Frye boots.
I also want a guy who truly gets my kind of crazy and accepts me for who I am. “Some girls feel like there’s no one out there, so if they meet a guy they’ll just latch on,” she says.