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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.
We go over them together: a good sense of humour, champion listening skills, a love of books.
“I was drinking at a bar across the street,” he confesses, “and I told myself that I could either drink here alone or walk across the street and meet somebody great.” I pat him lightly on the arm. The next day, though, I get an email from Fast Life saying neither of my choices matched me back. We stand in a circle, repeating our names in silly voices. I admit that at 27, relationships are mostly a process of failing upward.
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.
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.
She has an amazingly calming presence as she tells me, “You already have a partner—you are married to yourself.