My first (and hopefully the last) speed dating experience

I used to think speed dating events were for desperate individuals or socially awkward ones – until I realized that it’s too expensive to get into a club for New Year’s Eve countdown.

 (image source)

It was two years ago when my friend Eva* and I decided to be festive and go to countdown together. We wanted somewhere with a heated atmosphere, but entrance fees for most clubs were at least HK$500 per person that night. We thought about going to Times Square, but meh, we didn’t want to stand and wait there for hours. Luckily, Eva came across the advertisement below:


I never expected to join a dating event, especially at the age of 22. In my opinion, it’s just not that hard to make new friends as long as the person has a brain and can engage in a normal conversation. So I always thought speed dating was for individuals who lack social skills or those with really small social circles. That being said, I tended to think that people who went to speed dating tended to be more genuine than those who pick up girls at clubs or who use dating apps. Nothing wrong with speed dating, but I just didn’t think it was for me.  

But this speed dating countdown party was a good deal: if Eva and I signed up together it would only cost us HK$570 in total (with drinks included), a better deal than anywhere else in LKF on New Year’s Eve. So we signed up for the party, and from mid-Dec onward our conversations were mostly about this speed dating thing. Our guess was that the quality of girls would be higher than that of the guys, and we seriously hoped that people there would be normal, or at least not too weird. At one point I even suggested that we pretend to be a lesbian couple to keep the guys away. Well, but later we realized that some guys may find that hot… 

We were relieved when we arrived at the club. People looked pretty normal there, and yes, the girls were obviously in higher leagues than the guys generally were. At first we just stood up against the wall, sipping on our drinks. When the organizer saw me standing there, arms folded with my resting bitch face on, she came to me and said “open yourself~ open yourself~”. A friendly and pretty lady she was, but at that moment I just wanted to laugh.

Open yourself (image source)

The organizer made the attendees exchange mobile numbers with each other, and each of us had to gather more than ten phone numbers in order to get another drink. I hated the idea but I did give out my number. I forget why I was so dumb that I didn’t fake one though (was probly afraid of the embarrassment if the guy dial the number immediately). A Chinese guy got my number and texted me three days after the party. My guess is that he went through his list of numbers and texted the women who interested him the most, but the result was unsatisfactory so he began to text his second tier. I didn’t reply to his texts. Apart from the fact that he wasn’t my type, he was just too lame.

There were mainly three types of guys at the party:

  1. “The predators” who went straight to the sexy women
  2. “The gentlemen” who politely chatted with anyone near them, but waiting for the chance to approach a more attractive one
  3. “The friends” of the organizer, usually good-looking, basically they just stuck with the people they came to the party with

As far as I remember, Eva and I didn’t even bother to dress up that night. Ruled out by the “predators”, we had a good time chatting with the “gentlemen” and “friends”. Without the need to meet a potential partner, we simply said whatever came up in our minds, i.e. we talked shit. When one of the organizer’s friends told me that he was going to invest in a canned fish business in Indonesia, I did a SWOT analysis for him. The guy was like, “oh you’re in the food industry?”. “No, I was just bluffing.”

The age range of the male attendees was wider than that of the females. Most of the women were in their twenties or thirties, and a few mature looking ones. For the guys, no matter how old they were, all of them went for the hot and young women (especially those in low-cut, bodycon mini dresses). There was a 50-ish woman at the party, well-dressed but received no attention at all. There were older guys in the club, but every guy just went for the hot and young women. I couldn’t help but think about what people often say: guys always prefer young girls. It might not be true all the time, but I still remember that picture of a mature woman standing by the bar, waiting for someone to talk to her.

The party wasn’t that different from other social events that I’ve been to, except that attendees were made to exchange numbers. Later I kept running into one of the guys when I worked in Central: he was just too noticeable with his 5”-tall hairstyle. The lame Chinese guy who texted me showed up at the language school where Eva took her Mandarin lessons, and was her teacher for awhile (nothing happened between them, it was a big class). All of this reminds me of how Hong Kong is such a small place.

So it turns out that speed dating isn’t that much of a scary or embarrassing experience, and I do see the need for such dating events in Hong Kong, given the long working hours and the intense competition for guys. If I were single again in the future and it gets too difficult to meet new people, I might consider this as one of the ways for me to do so. But as I’m very happy with my current relationship and that I’m hoping it will last, I hope that it’s my last and only speed dating experience.

*Much thanks to my friend for letting me write this story. As a token of thanks I let her choose her pseudonym, was expecting something more exciting than Eva though…