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Mancation: Fear and loathing in speed dating

Epically failing in my husband hunting, my brilliant girlfriends suggested a trip to Las Vegas! A little fun in the sun was probably just what I needed to relax and do some soul searching.

Hanging out in the hot tub (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

Hanging out in the hot tub
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

Grabbing our bikini’s we arrived at the Hard Rock Hotel amidst crowds of tall tattooed hotties in town for March Madness. Imagine how lucky I felt!

Who knew hot guys liked sports so much?

After playing a few penny slots and losing enough money to buy at least three drinks at the bar, we needed to hit the pool.

Capturing the attention of several young studs in the hot tub, our little vacation was shaping up to be a lot of fun! Until one of them said “Wow! You look great for an older woman!”

Really?!?! WTF?? He was only 10 years younger than me! Am I really an “older woman” now? When did that happen?

Hanging at the pool with the guys. (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

Hanging at the pool with the guys.
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

So, what is there to do for a couple of cougars in Vegas? Speed dating.

Speed dating is an organized event where potential daters are rotated around to meet each other and have a short “date” of a few minutes to get the first impression of the other person. At the end of the evening everyone rates the people they met to determine if they would go on a real date. If there is a match, the organizer lets you know, thus upping your chance for finding love in a hopeless place. #songlyrics

We showed up late to the event because it’s hard to get four girls anywhere on time, but since we were all super hot no one seemed to mind.

Quick look? Not impressed with the goods, and there were a lot more women then men at this shindig. And not a single tattoo or 6-pack in the crowd; the only thing popping out was the butt cleavage from the big guy in the corner.

The organizer explained to us that we would have six minutes to talk to each dating dude and at the end decide who we’d like to see again. I never knew six minutes could literally be an eternity.

My number was 11 (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

My number was 11
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

My first guy looked like he stepped out of a 1980’s hair band, but with wanky teeth. I was ready to give it a shot, because we’re halfway there. I tried to get past his looks and really listen to what he was saying, but it only made me stare closer into his mouth as he spoke and start to obsess about his teeth. To be fair, he was funny, but I’d be livin’ on a prayer.  #songlyrics

The next potential looked about 65 and was significantly shorter than me. He said he owns a couple of gas stations and makes great money. I figured living in Vegas, his best bet might be to hit up a strip club and find a big-breasted woman to marry him and spend his money.

Suitor #3 didn’t speak English. ‘Nuff said.

Speed dating was obviously not working for the next eligible bachelor on the list because he said this was his eighth  or ninth time doing this. His dedication is definitely there, but I think after the third time with no dates I’d probably try something else. I was in Vegas though; perhaps it was some kind of weird addiction, which made me wonder if there was Speed Daters Anonymous.  Engrossed within my personal thoughts concerning Speed Daters Anonymous, I didn’t even realize he was still talking until I heard the 6-minute bell.

The gay guy. He was the only guy I wanted to see again. (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

The gay guy. He was the only guy I wanted to see again.
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

Ever wondered what it would be like to discuss different types of dog shit for six minutes? Me neither. This “date” worked as a mailman so I asked him if dogs attack him all the time. He said no, because he’s great at searching for the doggy doo to determine where the dogs hang out, how recently they were near the mail box and the size of the mutt he’s dealing with. Apparently there’s a science to it.

The next Weird Willy didn’t utter a single word in the entire six minutes. He just stared at me and smiled – no matter what I said. I asked his name, no answer. I asked how he likes living in Vegas, no answer. I asked if he was from another planet, no answer. I asked if he knew English, no answer. I asked if he enjoys blowjobs, no answer. I can ask a lot of questions in six minutes!

Following the silence was a seemingly normal guy. He was dressed nice, had a good job in the city working for the man every night and day, and never lost one minute of sleeping worrying ‘bout the way things might have been. So what was the problem?  He told me he never wanted to travel, born and raised in Las Vegas and has never left. That information made the big wheel in my head just keep on turning. #songlyrics

Would you date this woman? Maybe John Cusack will read this and tweet. (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

Would you date this woman? Maybe John Cusack will read this and tweet.
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

The final wooer was gay and only attending the soiree to support his female friend. Of course, this was the only guy I would have wanted to see again (although not my type in the looks department). But, he was witty, charming, could carry on a conversation and willingly posed for a photo with my girlfriend and I.

Surprisingly I don’t hate the concept of Speed Dating. It’s like online dating, but in person. It’s something I would try again, after drinking a lot of alcohol.

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About the author

Jaimie Beebe

Jaimie Beebe is 36 years old, single, modern, and a Renaissance woman. She’s a writer, world traveler, Playboy model, amateur magician, casting director, producer, band manager, and occasional star fucker (only the really hot ones). At 17 Jaimie left home to follow the jam band Phish, spent months at a Rainbow Gathering, protested logging in Oregon, and made the local Ohio papers getting arrested for organizing a topless march. Slightly famous for rebuilding her Hollywood Hills home in a bikini after a contractor stole her money and left town, she created an online webisode “Bikini Builders” where followers could donate money, tools, and supplies to recoup her losses. Scantily clad babes in bikinis on camera can accomplish almost anything. Jaimie holds a Master’s Degree in Music Management and a Bachelor’s Degree in Photography. Working in the entertainment industry she has produced commercials and music videos with A-list clients. Currently she juggles running her successful casting career (www.jaimiecasting.com) with writing her blogs, reviews, and a variety of pieces for different publications. Mancation is her documentation of adventures in dating. Join Jaimie in the struggle to find mister right, or possibly just mister right now in a world of online dating, social media, and crazy Hollywood nights. See our hero navigate the deliriously deranged dating world, and explore all the available options to sniff out a worthy contender. Feel free to follow along on Instagram: FeatherGirl77 and Twitter @jaimiebeebe as well as Facebook www.facebook.com/mancation.story for a daily dose of her dating disasters. Contact the author.
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