Showing posts with label Geek Dating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Geek Dating. Show all posts

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Dating at the Speed of Light: A Marvel Concept



A Guest Post By Sistah Geek


I have plenty of stories to share about my escapades into the Realm of Speed Dating. I’ve lived to tell these tales so, sit back, relax, take a few aspirin and listen as I share “Dating at the Speed of Light: A Marvel Concept.”

Since you can pretty much use Google to look up anything you wish, there won’t be a history of the origins of speed dating listed in this article. This is more a showcase of my experiences, my reactions, and what I took away from the encounters. I am definitely not touting myself as an expert and this is not a dating-how-to guide. It’s just plain old unadulterated fun with bits of “No HE didn’t” moments thrown in for good measure.

Now, let’s get down to the nitty gritty.



Preparing to Play: Once you arrive at the event location, you are given a badge that may either have your first name on it or a number. This badge will be your specific identifier for each person you “date.”

The Basics: Depending on the organizer’s budget, you’ll either get a fancy pre-printed score card or a small blank sheet of haphazardly ripped computer paper used to keep track of the people you speak to during your “dates.” These are timed “dates” where you’ll have three to six minutes to see if you make a connection. Unless you have somehow managed to retain an eidetic memory since childhood, do not expect to recall everything about everyone you encounter.

How it Works: The organizers will use some sort of signal (i.e. gong, symbol, chimes, or shouting) to indicate the end of a “date.” Once this signal is given, the men move on to the next woman in line (oh, yes, I meant to write it just like that) and everyone repeats the process. During this shifting time (usually less than 30 seconds) you’ll have the opportunity to use the score card to rate your “date.” The key here is to be brief but concise to help you remember what was said. Keeping it to “Yes/No” and maybe one or two interesting tidbits is far better than writing a dissertation on the reason why you wouldn’t go out with him if he were the last man to walk the planet even if your biological clock was a ticking bomb. You won’t have the time!

And the Winner Is: At the end you tally up your score card and see if your “Yes, I’d like to see him again” matches with his, “Yes, I’d like to see her again.” If so, a connection is born and you take it from there (without the organizers). If there is no connection, then you come away with an experience for the ages! Plus, how else will you get that many dates in one evening and not go to jail?

My Story: I became intrigued with the concept of speed dating when I relocated back to the US after living in Japan and NOT HAVING ANY dating prospects while there (living in a small rural town up in the mountains kind of limits a foreign girl’s choices). After watching “Hitch” and “The 40-year-old Virgin,” I talked a friend into signing up for a local event sponsored by Cupid.com. I had no idea what to expect, but luckily the organizers were magnificent and put together a fun-filled event. Although no love connections were made, I still had a wonderful time and conversed with some fascinating men.

From that moment on, I was a little hooked and started attending events throughout the area with different single friends as a way to spice up a Friday evening and get out of the non-dating blahs. It got to a point where I was attending one event a month and at one point I attended a Lock-n-Key party at one of the local restaurants. This party consisted of the women being given pad locks to carry while the men were given keys. The purpose was for each man to walk around the room and find the lock that his key would open. In the process of making this discovery, he’d strike up conversations along the way while trying his key in many different locks. Okay, just reading this back makes it sound so much worse than it was! No wonder I never attended another such party!

My interest in speed dating started to wane when event after event I was typically the only POC in attendance or if there were other POC women there, I was the only one with the chocolate-hued skin. Although the events did not categorize by ethnicity, and I was an equal opportunity dater, it seemed that most of the men (even the occasional Brotha) were often surprised to see me there and did not seem too keen on dating a Sistah. Was their hesitance due to my Angela Davis afro and my Soul Sistah earrings? Hmmmmm. I refuse to believe it actually had anything else to do with ME!

A few years passed before I attended another speed dating event. It happened when I purchased tickets for a comic book convention and there was a special event for speed dating. Oh! My radar went off on that. What better way to meet like-minded people than to speed date at a convention while wearing a costume? I was in! Especially since all the male slots were already full for each session for all three days of the CON! (Uh oh, shoulda listened to that red flag!)
Here are my most memorable experiences:

The Good: Choco-latte. The world was moving in slow motion as I watched this guy with a killer swagger, ripped muscles beckoning, bald head glistening, and a smile to die for walk the three feet to where I was seated. He was G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S and I was secretly squealing inside (odd, since I never thought I was much of a squealer). When he sat down, all I could think was that he was a nerd/geek and I was expecting the cure for cancer to fall from his lips. Instead he just said, “Hi” and asked me what video games I played. I hesitated because he sounded so familiar to me… his voice…I’d heard it before. I responded that I didn’t play any video games at the moment, but wanted to learn. As I listened to him talk, I kept trying to figure out why he sounded so familiar...somewhere in my memory banks…yes…I got it now…Steve Urkel! This revelation snapped me out of my day dream and I began to focus more clearly on what he was saying. Other than asking me about the video game I played, he never asked me another question but proceeded to tell me about all the games he played, how many conventions he went to, and how many comic books he read. I did manage to ask if he did anything else, but he gave me a blank stare as though to say, “What else is there?” WHAT???! After that, all I did was stare at his arms and wonder, “Do you do the pushups in your basement?” Bad me! But so much potential! It was heartbreaking when those three minutes were up!

The Bad: No Love for the ‘Fro. There was the guy who wanted to know why I was wearing an Afro. Initially I thought he was genuinely interested in my character, but when I explained about her, he then chastised me for wearing an Afro in “these days and times.” He went on to smugly tell me that the Afro was outdated and my character should be updated in the comics. I sat there in shock for a minute before telling him, “I wear an Afro in my daily life and I don’t need to be updated.” Just as I was about to read him more of the riot act, the signal was given for our next “date.” Talk about Saved By the Bell!

The Ugly: Time for Adventure. There was the guy who dressed as Finn from Adventure Time. It was all good because the majority of us were dressed in some sort of costume. What was NOT good was that this guy decided to remain in character as Finn. Mind you, I didn’t know much about the show so all I saw was a grown man with what looked like white underoos on his head, some sort of knapsack on his back, wearing skin tight shorts, and carrying something that looked like a paper sword. My mind was in overdrive trying to put this all together, but when he stood up on the chair, thrust the sword into the air, and started chanting in a child-like voice, I almost lost it. I was dressed as a Gao’uld from Stargate. Shoulda taken my symbiote out and smacked him with it!

Synopsis: Don’t be afraid to try speed dating whether at a convention or an event at your neighborhood restaurant. It is a great way to meet people and although I haven’t found my “one” I would definitely be up for trying again!

If you do venture out and try speed dating, remember to bring these three items with you to the event:
  1. Sense of Humor
  2. Sense of Adventure
  3. Sense of You (know your 30second ad)


Sistah Geek is an avid world traveler, lifelong storyteller, sci-fi/fantasy/horror devotee, sporadic runner, budding cosplayer, comic book collector, gamer-in-training, and a self-proclaimed Cool Blerd with geek tendencies. Her mission in life is to show little girls of all hues how to embrace their talents, accept their uniqueness, and follow their dreams. She spends her free time volunteering, trying new recipes, writing letters (with pen and paper, people), working out, and staying one step ahead of her two Dobermans. Twitter:  @S_Hero4Hire


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Supernatural Dating for Dummies

A Story By Shumara 'Illumeenous' Thomas
"Good Lawd!" I stood outside what could only be described as the thirteenth level of hell. No really. Living in the borough of Bed Stuy, I've seen a lot. Streets where you've got to avoid squishy used condoms like so many cracks in the sidewalk. Funky trash cans only to discover later someone's sister or son had been discarded in them like last night's leftovers. Brooklyn is a beautiful cacophony of urbanic renaissance culture and poverty stricken violence laid out on the table, a delicious casserole. This was far worse. The building before me sagged to the left, too tired to sit upright. Bricks had been haphazardly pulled out of its rotted pimple red side. The few sad windows all had gross green sewage? Trash? Dangit, some sort of putrid stains running down them. The front security door hung precariously off its hinges. By far, the BEST supernatural cover I'd seen to date. I had recently discovered upon inserting myself into the "supe" community that most of the rundown buildings throughout the five burroughs were trans-dimensional portals or spells to camouflage varying bars, clubs and eateries that humans weren't welcome in. This here though took the cake. And a bit of my lunch. Gross.
Seedy places don't really bother me. I'm usually the scariest thing lurking even though physically I'm no bigger than a postage stamp compared to most supernatural creatures. At 5'4", 110 lbs I could probably intimidate a smurf only if I wore steel toed boots . I prefer it this way. When creepy crawlies find out a petite black girl is the mixed breed mutant witch thingy stomping around; giving the Gods and the Unseelie Fairy Queen a run for their money, they tend to want to test boundaries. And jewel that I am, I have no qualms about enforcing my borders with dismemberment.
I picked my way around a bum laying in his vomit on the curb and walked up to the building; straining see the tiny ripple near the entry to signal where to push my power through. Hmmmm. I tentatively stretched out my hands to see if I could just crash through the spell and apologize later for ruining someone's handy work. Curiouser and curiouser. Ten infuriating minutes later I had to admit that there was no spell. That yes I, Lee, supernatural bad ass, had been invited to a shit hole for a blind date. Fml.
Normally this would be the part when I say I turned around and stalked my insulted ass home, muttering the entire way. So wrong. I owed a fire demon that felt I needed to quit the single life and settle down. No, I mean as in if someone had snitched on Darth and helped you save Alderon type owed. When someone helps you save a planet inhabited by millions of aliens you sit up and nod attentively. When a fire demon uses his ancient clout to refer you to a God to train you because literally every dang creature in the NYC area is gunning for you and your nerdy ass had never been in a fight before......not even with a human?  Well you pretty much say sure I'll meet his cousin's half demon son for a blind date. At a crack spot.....sigh, fml.
So knowing that I didn't have a choice, I scooted around the front door and did my best to avoid the biggest puddles of urine on the steps. I wasn't quiet sure which door to knock on until I saw a name written in Sharpie on one door on the fourth floor: Pepper. I had originally thought it was the name of the bar we were supposed to meet at.  I used a tissue I had to knock on the door. There was kelp and seaweed all around it, and some weird fungus that I wasn't willing to touch wiggling on the door knob. I knocked as gently as I could hoping no one would hear but lucky ole me, the door swung right open. Sprinkling a healthy dose of saltwater into my face. Yum.
Okay, I'm not really one for words right but I'm going to try my best to get this correct so listen closely. The best way I can describe this dude is to say what the basis of him was. Stay with me people. I'm going to say Cyclops. He was about 6'7". He had to stoop down to open the door or look at me for that matter. The eye was that startling bright blue with thick lashes. The kind girls shell out cash for. And there ends anything nice I could say. His black hair was in the stringy emo style where it fell into his gray, mottled face, uh eye...whatever. It had shellfish crawling around in it. But that wasn't as bad as the freakishly large gills he had protruding from the sides of his neck, leaking saltwater all over his dirty Ledd Zepplin tee and rotting jeans. Yes ladies and gentlemen, my blind date was a Cyclops fish hybrid. While you ponder on the implications of that tasty tidbit, I'm going to fast forward a bit because frankly some memories deserved to stay buried deep. Let's skip to the part where I've accepted my fate and gingerly sat at the roach yet somehow simultaneously dead catfish infested dinner table in the room-that-shall-not-be named where a candlelight dinner sat. Sat mere moments mind you because the water sloshing out his gills kept putting the candles out.
"Sooooo you and Kevin close," I ask. Kevin being the fire demon I planned on researching how to kill when I got home. No response.  "Umm have you lived here long?" No response. "You originally from NY?" More slow blinking. "Okaaay. Well I'm Lee by the way, and you are.." Dude just sits in the chair and stares at me, cheesing like a Cheshire cat. At least his teeth were nice, which was unnerving in its own right. I rolled my eyes heavenward and send up a prayer for strength and looked at the plates before us. Man I honestly don't know what it was. It was orange and it pulsated. There you go. At one point it moved and shot a tentacle at me and off instinct I shot it with a burst of power from my hand and exploded my plate. Orange crap on my new jacket. Winning!
"Do it again." I look up from wiping goo off my sleeves. Did he speak finally? "Excuse me," I asked. Cyclops was smiling lurridly at me. "That was so hot, do it again." "Do what?" He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows. "Use your powers. Be naughty. I like a girl with spunk." This idiot even licked his lips suggestively.
Ok, so this dude could talk? After not saying a word this entire time, now dude was chatty inappropriate ass Kathy.
"How about I don't, and instead you do something besides be creepy. That sounds more appealing to me." I flick the last orange goo near him and give him enough eyebrow for him to see I'm no longer amused.  One-eye groans and flicks his hair out of his eye, flinging more salt water at me.
" Dude can you not be disgusting for one moment? What the hell." It's been all of maybe 30 mins since this ride had started and I was ready to get off. Favors or not, Alderon was about to die. Screw them people.   One-eye frowned and tried to touch my hand.
"Don't be like that baby. I'm just trying to have fun. You don't like fun? Come sit over here by me."
It took all the home training my mother gave me not to assassinate him there on the spot.
"Please don't touch me," I managed to say between clenched teeth. "I don't know you."
One-eye flicked his tongue in and out at me, trying to look sexy with a sea urchin clinging to his nose. "Get to know me. It's what hotels are made for."
No way. "This is a hotel? Are you shitting me? You brought me to a hotel for a first date," I yelled. "A rank one at that!"
One-eye looked confused. "Yeah, I'm not bringing you to my place. Pretty certain my girl wouldn't dig that."
"You've got a girl friend?!" I smack my forehead,inadvertently poking myself in the damn eye with the hermit crab that had somehow attached itself to my sleeve. Now I probably had eye rot. "Shit," I muttered, holding my eye with one hand and rummaging around for some sanitizer in my purse with the other. But listen, now THIS is where the date goes from terrible to horrific on all accounts. Because while I'm trying to save my eye, One-eye starts gyrating at the table. Nope. You read that right. GYRATING.
"What the hell is your problem," I asked as I scampered back from the table, wanting no parts of whatever was going down.
"That is so hot!" You are so sexy," he squealed, leaning over the table. "Poke your eye again!"
Was I done you ask? Yup I was done. I got up, still holding my disease-ridden eye and grabbed my purse. "You are so lucky I can't kill you. Because I have never wanted to kill a living thing more than I do right now, at this very moment." I turned to storm out the hotel room haughtily  when I felt soggy meat on my arm. Ugh, I glanced back to have the immeasurable pleasure of seeing One-eye giving me a pained expression as he pointed to the massive boner in his jeans. Impressive, if he hadn't been sooooo  utterly repulsive.
"Baby, you're just going to leave me like this," he whined, pouting. Alderon? Meet fate. My weapon of choice is a machete. People tend to fear being cut more than shot, and the deity that served as my trainer had a thing for feeling the blood splash on him when he eviscerated his enemies. What can I say, he rubbed off on me some. I too prefer close quarters with my foes so Gretchen stays strapped to my back even with my powers. Mind you it's hard to carry a 32 inch machete around Manhattan so mine is spelled to shrink and appear when I call her name. I'd like to think he saw Gretchen coming when I severed his stupid head from his moronic body. He didn't bother to mention it because the entire time I carried his head to Kevin's pizza shop in Brooklyn, all he could sputter was how much of a dumb bitch I was. Fortunately demons can't be killed by physical weapons unless they're holy so I didn't have to break my "no killing my dates promise." Me? I felt awesome about how the date ended! Totally satisfied and seeing Kevin's face when I tossed One-eye's head into the industrial pizza oven where he was imprisoned? Priceless. Let's hope next Friday night packs as much excitement. Next time, I'll even get his name.
Graphic by Geek Soul Brother
Copyright 2013 Shumara Thomas