: About Me

Speed-dating was like a day at the races. A friend of a friend and I arrived for our maiden race, our first and for me, my last, speed dating experience. The men breezed and snorted in the back corners of the bar's upper room while the women trotted off to the restroom to get saddled and ready to parade themselves before the race began. I had a long look at myself in the mirror, adjusted my black-framed glasses, which looked more like a horse's blinkers, goggles to keep me from shying away from objects and other horses, and wished for the umpteenth time that I'd bothered to order new conta...