It is a January evening, Friday the 13th — a nightmare dating scenario.
Five minutes prior to the start of a speed-dating program called “Drawn to You” at the El Segundo Museum of Art, organizer Chelsea Hogan confides that no men have RSVP’d.
The plan was to have the guests sit at a long table and draw one another’s portraits. All the men, the women joke, are across the street at Rock & Brews.
Should there be any mutual matches, the organizers of the event will put you two in touch.
I’d be really disappointed if I were you,” she says, adding that it would be great if everyone wanted to continue anyway.
The point of the night, after all, is to meet people and make art. After a bit of embarrassed laughter, the mood lightens up.
Speed-dating singles were supposed to use short drawing exercises as their ice breakers at El Segundo Museum of Art. Speakers in the gallery rock low strains of a romantic playlist including “True” by the 1980s new wave band Spandau Ballet, and fragrant perfume drifts through the air. as the awkward truth of the situation dawns on the women.
Eight women mill about the museum lobby, carefully dressed and nervously snacking on a cheese and veggie platter laid out beside bottles of Champagne and wine.
Fast Forward to last night: My girlfriends and I show up to Xino in Santa Monica, dressed up, and ready to make snap judgments about the eligibility of strange men.