For two hours, scores of women paraded in front of me like a Golden Corral buffet. But the truth is there are two events looming in the distance that are going to happen whether I like it or not.The same scent of desperation and loneliness that characterizes actual speed dating events on TV permeated the air. First, I’m reaching “the decade friends disappear,” an age when sociologists and psychologists say you’re most likely to lose your closest friends.“New research recently found that starting at age 25, we lose more friends than we make each year,” one writer reported at Vox last year.Second, my own best friend, whose existence in my life is inextricably linked to my time in DC, is leaving town. Priorities shift, and suddenly friendship starts to seem like a luxury, maybe even a waste of time that is now in ever shorter supply.
“I always knew you were in there,” she finally told me, years later.
After that, a bell would ring, and the women sitting on the inside would rotate to their right, while those on the outside stayed still. I may not have had a desire to see anyone naked, but I did discover that, much like dating, friendship is predicated on chemistry, something I did not feel with the majority of women rotating my way.