Twenty Lions and twenty Antelope signed up and paid some money to attend the event, which in this case, was held above a popular eetcafe.
Lieke attended with her best friend, who in spite of having a boyfriend decided to go along just for the fun of it, and was even open for a bit of tongue wrestling if the right Lion took her fancy.
If as a result of this post I’m captured by a group of angry Dutch speed daters and forced to explain in under three minutes why they shouldn’t kill me on the spot, I’ll face my enemies and shout “doe maar, jullie nep Kakkers! As Lieke is afraid that her voice might be recognisable to some, she’s asked the shallow man to tell her story. Lieke, another fine specimen of Dutch womanhood that makes me want to get down on my hands and knees and shout, “thank you God that I live in the Netherlands” had recently left an unhappy marriage and thus was a single hot Antelope around town.
We were each assigned a number and given a card with three columns printed on it.
This she’d been advised by one her friends was the best way to meet bold and available Lions, so with a spring in her step, she decided to follow the herd and join such an event.
For those of you not familiar with speed dating, (shame on you) this event like many others had the following format.
With us, you can combine elements of trying out the local hot spot with friends while you meet others just like you.
The shallow man, having grown up on a steady diet of English comedy, can remember when a common innuendo used by comedians was to make jokes about men who couldn’t last longer than three minutes during copulation.
Dates write down whom they fancy and if they have a match - they get notified the next day with details.