Speed dating was stupid. It required people to make snap judgments about others and while I loved some snap judging, I didn’t like when people did it to me. If that made me a hypocrite, it made me a hypocrite. At least I was self-aware.
I stared at the flyer, making sure the address was what I was standing in front. Not sure what to expect from a place that did speed dating for women into women, I was surprised to find a classic and rustic bar. Rainbow Central. That name was a little on the nose but I didn’t mind it.
A little bell rang as I pushed through the glass door and stepped inside the cosy bar. At first glance, it looked classy and intimate. It certainly didn’t have that kind of desperate vibe I always imagined about singles that came to this sort of thing.
One of the women that
