Speedier Date

Britney checked her watch.

“They should start arriving anytime now.” She thought. At twenty-five she was at the top of her game. Graduating with honors; good position as a chemical engineer with an internationally recognized manufacturer; her own home, and a snazzy red sports car. What her hard work and her rapid rise had neglected was any time for relationships. Before she knew it, all her friends were married off and she was the perennial “always a bridesmaid never a bride.” Not that she was in the least interested in tying herself down to one man, but her social outlets had reduced to zero in the last year and …well..she did have needs!

“There just aren’t any MEN out there anymore.” She had complained to one of her girlfriends. “They are all PC Eunuchs afraid to compete with a real woman!” What she secretly longed for was not a white knight but a caveman who would drag her back to his cave and fuck the shit out of her!

In a last ditch attempt to make a connection, she stumbled onto this speed dating site which seemed incredibly efficient to her. She could breeze through a multitude of candidates, winnowing the field of acceptable suitors with a minimum of time and effort. Even so, the list of available possibles didn’t thrill her.

She took a sip of her drink-whiskey, neat. She loved the fact that she could drink elbow to elbow with the men at work who all assumed that as a girl, she should drink those pretty colored cocktails with the little umbrellas. They would all go home to their wives and wake up with sore heads while she would arrive at work fresh and sharp as a tack the next day.

She looked up and could see the first candidate moving towards her table.