In cities across the world speed dating is a popular way to date people- speedily. The general idea behind it is to get to know a number of people on the surface in one place in a set amount of time that is organized thru answering/sharing questions that are telling of your basic personality/likes and dislikes. And probs the best indicator- see how your physical chemistry gels.
For example- A quick eavesdrop on an already in progress-'Speed Dating Night at Rollo’s in NYC'- titled “Get your speed date on-2 for one coors light”:
Paul: ...That’s a nice name.
Kim: I see here you like scallops but hate eggs. Hmm. Would you eat something that had eggs in it?
Paul: Uh,…yeah, I guess. I just don’t like omelets.
Kim: So, would you eat like a Francaise? Where there is egg used to hold the flour batter on? Like a Chicken Francaise.
Paul: Yeah, I think I would. *drops pen*
Kim: O, I love eggs! good…So, August birthday huh…Loveable Leo! *uncomfortable laugh*
Paul: Yeah, the 7th.
Kim: I'm February 1st, I’m an Aquarius. It’s an air sign.
Paul: So, I see here, you have 2 kids *looks at watch*
Kim: Yes, Robin and Marin *goes for photo on phone*
Paul: Wow. that’s really nice. Awesome. Good stuff. Is that white zinfandel?
Kim: Oh, yeah,…it is. *lips curl into a smile*
Paul: Cool, I’m just gonna get another Johnny Black- you need another? *rising from table*
Kim: Um, yeah, that would be great, thanks Paul. Really sweet of you, but hurry back, we only have 2 minutes left till we switch!
Hot fun in the city> and it’s anyone’s guess if Kim and Paul are going to have sex a match. Do Aquarius and Leos have a good romance match in the stars? I don’t know. We’ll have to check with Miss Cleo on that.
In the West, astrology is considered a pseudoscience by the scientific community, but nonetheless, a fun and interesting way to find out about personality for romance matching.
But in Japan, blood typecasting is the catalyst to making personality matches in and out of romance > thanks to science. Real World. Real Science. Weird Science. Cue> Kelly LeBrock
From BBC news article, Dating by Blood Type in Japan
Interest in blood type is widespread in Japan, particularly which combinations are best for romance. Women's magazines run scores of articles on the subject, which has also inspired best-selling self-help books. The received wisdom is that A's are dependable and self sacrificing, but reserved and prone to worry. Decisive and confident, that is people with type O. AB's are well balanced, clear-sighted and logical, but also high-maintenance and distant. The black sheep though seem to be blood group B - flamboyant free-thinkers, but selfish.
"At the interview for my first job they asked me about my blood type," said a man with blood group B, who wanted to identify himself only as Kouichi.
"The surprise was written on my face. Why? It turned out the company president really cared. She'd obviously had a bad experience with a B type blood person. But somehow I got the job anyway." Later, though, the issue of his blood came up again. "The president was the kind of person who couldn't take her drink and at one company party she got drunk. So she sent B people home before the others. 'You are blood type B,' she said. 'Get out.'"
There is even a term for such behaviour in Japan, burahara, which translates as blood group harassment. The preoccupation with blood ultimately dates back to theories of eugenics during the inter-war years. One study compared the blood of people in Taiwan, who had rebelled against Japanese colonial rule, with the Ainu from Japan's northern island of Hokkaido, thought to be more peaceable. Stripped of its racial overtones, the idea emerged again in the 1970s.
Wow. Does Blood. Work. Like that?...Does it? Should westerners consider adapting these practices to further narrow the pool of potential life partners. Or stick with our new-agey conversation tactics of planet and star alignment, what music we like, eggs vs. no eggs. Whether you believe in signs or blood types ability to make the strongest match for you, something more man made with dating is key. Timing> in every sense of the word. Like how stars align in time-and how blood will coagulate in time. You need to know when to put yourself out into the world and date with or without speed. Am I right, ladies? Sometimes you are just not in the right mindspace and this causes much dwelling on nights that could have gone different if you had just waited- to time it right- aka “get your shit together” and then date. Speed dating in the stars and blood typecasting will be there, just make sure you yourself, are aligned.
*A few fun tips. Re: Timing/Alignment/Mindspace*
!*shaking your fist at those bloody stars*!
-If you just served enchiladas for 7 hours at a Mexican restaurant on the UES and you're off at midnight with no change of clothes- slipping into potential lovers bed @ 3:33am> might not be the sweetest smelling of all surprises.
-Have 6 Jamesons. Not 16.
-Make sure when you leave in the morning you have ALL of your belongings. This includes the shoe inserts from your grease trap restaurant sneakers. Cause leaving one of those behind> is kind of like leaving a prosthetic leg behind.
-Burping is cool. Just not directly inside of ears. (it hurts)
-You like girl on girl porn:::we all like girl on girl porn. That won’t change in November, so why not try saving that info. for somewhere around then. (timely statement that makes a timely Christmas gift!)
-You are drowning in debt and have considered downing a bottle of pills because of it. Everyone loves pills! Just try not to include the downer sentence before it.
-You just recently shaved your pubic hair for the first time in months. That’s great! everyone loves a pretty bush. But, you don’t have to mention the apology letter you left for your parents on the kitchen table that night you went out that read,..
“Dear Mom and Dad- I hope you enjoyed the 'Marraige Ref' tonight, by the way>there are a lot of rogue (I don't know how to say this any other way) pubes, in the shower. I couldn't get them all. They are so tiny and they were everywhere. Mom, I will replace that loofah too, cause that loofah will reverse clean you now. And, it’s not cause I’m lazy, I just couldn’t get them all. They are like Japanese glass noodles. So, slippery! Not black and curly, but straight and clear/greenish-if you will, so they are hard to find, I know, I know…I’ve never seen anything like them before either. Tracy & Larry have been making fun of me since grade school about them. They really are more like head hair- like a tiny soft slighty wavy khaki colored toupe for a fair-skinned miniature man who rides a tiny little bike with a tiny little helmet and works in HR for Lacuna, Inc. (now, I'm just making up things about this guy) who just needs a quiet transplant. And here I am broadcasting his life...
...I think I need to see a professional next time for grooming or at least watch an instructional video. Please don’t judge. You know how sensitive I am. Is this message even informative for your future bathing? Cause, I’m having doubts. I may have cut myself while shaving, no, yes, yes, I definatley did and I lost a lot of blood! I NEED THAT BLOOD FOR DATING!...sorry, anyhow, you know my blood is cool. I’m type A...But, it's a shit-show in there and I'm sorry, I gotta catch a train…ps-Ricky Martin [family cat] needs to be fed. See you later tonight unless the moon is bright and tantalizing and I make poor decisions with my time. Love you, Brooke."
I don't know why we can't just cut to the chase and go with what we really need to know for compatitabilty:
Forget the stars, forget the bloodtype, forget your at first sight.
We need science on souls and until we get that science back- I am not going back into Rollo's for speed dating night....>I mean, 2 for 1 Jameson drink special might get me to stop in> but, I'm not talking about eggs. with anyone.
*Paid for by the Soul Mate Science foundation*
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