WOULD LIKE TO MEET...
Closer’s intrepid dater, Rebecca Twomey, discovers there’s no sisterhood among single women
This is not the time T of year to be dating. I’m at my winter weight, all I want to wear is my duvet, and I spent January’s wages on my overdraft. If men didn’t want to date me before, they certainly won’t now.
But when private dating events company Social Concierge (www. socialconcierge.co.uk) invited me to their latest singles party, it shook me out of my S.D.D – seasonal dating disorder. I was happy to find that the ratio of men to women was equal, the attractiveness of people balanced and, more to the point, everyone wanted to talk and had the same agenda – just how bars used to be before Tinder destroyed real life interaction! Within minutes, a lovely gent politely spoke to me and my friend and kindly bought us a drink. Sadly, he
was too young, but he certainly made an impression. As we spoke to another group of more age-appropriate guys, a woman who’d been talking to them earlier forcefully came over, telling me and my friend, “I’m not trying to be a bitch, but…” and after any statement like this you know what’s going to happen. She carried on, “I was speaking to him first and I’m going to speak to him now.” With that, she pulled one of them aside and kissed him. I didn’t hide my open-mouthed reaction. But it was the perfect conversation starter for me and his friend. He dubbed it “ballsy,” I said “bitchy.” The silver lining is that his pals invited us to a club – and we partied until 4am.
Sadly, the guy didn’t reply to my text, but I learned a new lesson – I’ll need a bullet proof vest at the next event!